My cheeks flush.
Man, I'm pathetic. Sky would have no problem letting the guy walk in here and see him half naked. I wish I had just a fraction of his self-confidence.
But I don't.
"Gimme a sec."
"No problem."
I peel off the dress pants, the expensive fabric silky smooth as it slides down my legs. I fold them as neatly as I can, and along with the shirt, slide them through the slit in the door.
The attendant's hand brushes against mine, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm.
I pull my hand back sharply.
"Thank you," the man says. "I'll meet you out front when you're ready. Take your time."
I don't respond, not trusting my voice not to come out all shaky and breathless. It's a painful bruise to the ego to realize how dire your love life is when you get turned on by a deep voice and an incidental hand touch from a man you can't even see.
I slip back into my way less divine feeling outfit of dark wash jeans, a plain white tee from H&M, and a navy pullover hoodie. I lace up my white sneakers, sling my messenger bag across my shoulder, check to make sure I haven't left anything behind, then go to open the door.
The door handle feels loose when I press it down, and it makes a faint electronic beeping sound instead of the usual soft click. I pull the door. It's solidly locked in place, and there'sa small red light blinking on the handle that I never noticed before.
Panic claws its way up my throat as I realize the electronic part of the door has stopped communicating with the mechanical part of the door to tell it to unlock. I apply as much force as I can to the handle, blindly hoping a bit of elbow grease might cause the electronics to restart.
No luck.
I'm locked in.
"Fucking hell," I grumble.
I wasn't looking forward to Christmas this year at all.Thisjust tops it off. Just when I thought this nightmare year couldn't get any freaking worse…
"Hello?" I call out.
No response.
I call out again.
And again.
And again.
Where the hell is Deep-Voice Guy?
Freaking out, I scream, "Help!"
Silence.
Followed by brisk footsteps.
"You okay in there?"
Deep-Voice Guy is back, but I am very much not okay.
"No. I'm not. I'm locked in."
"Locked in?"
