She lowers her voice slightly.
“You know how Voss is. He hates weekend paperwork unless it’s a breakthrough. Lincoln’s already in for the tech side tomorrow plus he’s going to also have his hands full with other stuff; I just need… Please? You’d be doing us a massive solid… and honestly, it’s kind of cool seeing how the thing reacts when it can't predict who's in the room.”
Something about the way that Sarah is acting seems genuine, but this woman hated me, and I have to strive to remember that. But then again, when it comes to their precious little project and the desperation of needing to fix things and all the stress, this is completely within the realms of something that Sarah would ask for as long as it suited her.
But it's also something that could help Lincoln. Why am I even thinking about pleasing Lincoln? It's not like this work will ever be over. He's going to work for this company until he's gray and his bones turn into powder.
Exhaling in annoyance, my arms cross. “Just 30 minutes? In and out?”
“I swear to God. And it's 9:00 a.m. so you won't have to come in super early and I'll have coffee waiting for you. The cat can come too. He’s basically unofficial QA at this point.”
Why is she being so freaking weird? She must really need this favor.
“All right whatever,” I relent.
Sarah seems almost overjoyed.
“Thank you so much Gabrielle,” the pussy eater says, which catches me off guard.
“Have a good weekend,” Sarah concludes as she smiles and walks away.
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Chapter 45
Finally, I'm able to get out of that joint, but now I have to try and book a room for a hotel or something because I'm in the very situation I was afraid of happening.
And I have no idea if Lincoln locked up the house.
I still don't know how he was able to lock the door in a way that caused me not to be able to open it even though my key was turning.
Must be part of his stupid security system. Maybe there's some other hidden deadbolt that he can activate in case he wants to lock someone out that he previously gave the code to.
After this morning and us having the kind of sex that we did, you would think that his attitude would thaw, but instead he doubled down and tripled down on his assholery.
I think it's really nasty of him to put me in a situation right now where I live there and have nowhere else to go, only for him to lock me out. I mean who's even taking care of Morris at this point?
So much for him needing someone to take care of his cat. He's going to seriously neglect Morris because of his stupid ego or whatever the hell is going on? Whatever.
It's been a while since I've booked a hotel anyway, not since I was traveling, and even then I slept in the little rental most of the time.
Booking the hotel is a breeze, and I fall onto the silky covers of this very large bed and breathe in deep with a smile. Everything smells so clean and so good, like it's been disinfected and sterilized. Just the way I like my hotels to smell.
You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to sleep.
Nobody to answer to right now, and later I'll have to get my stuff if Lincoln decides that he's going to be an asshole and keep me out.
But as much as I try to sleep, I can't understand for the life of me why the hell he got that enraged just because he couldn't reach me.
He really has some nerve, but damn if that sex wasn't good. That was the best sex I ever had in my life, and that's why I'm so freaking confused, because I want to be angry with him, but right now the way he fucked me, the way I can still feel him moving inside of me from the latent pain of him leaving his mark, it's dulled all of my emotions.
All of the angry emotions. All I can think about is the memory of him growling and his thumb down my throat and him choking me. The way his big dick slid in and out of me. The way I could feel it filling up my belly every time he thrust inside.
All I can think about is that.
All I want is that.
Despite all of his annoyances and how mad I was with him, all I really want right now is for him to be here.
