Fuck. I walk back in and grab a Coke can out of the fridge. Looking for a glass, I finally find a red solo cup in one of the cupboards.
I open my purse, scan the package, and see that the dose is five ml. I have no idea how much five ml is, so I use the cap to measure, hoping for the best. What’s the worst that can happen? I can’t control the snicker that bursts from my mouth.
Pouring the Coke into the cup, I grab a spoon and stir it. There you go, Asshat. Take that!
I walk back to my desk, depositing my purse on it.
His door is open and so are the shades. When I peak my head inside, he is sitting alone on the couch, his jacket still on. Jesus, he had sex and still looks the same.
I dump the bag on top of the table in front of him, placing the cup of laxative-laced Coke next to it.
“What took you so long?” he growls, grabbing the bag and opening it to take out his sandwich.
“How was I supposed to know it would take you ten minutes to seal the deal?” I cross my arms under my boobs while I lean on one leg.
He takes two bites of his sandwich and then drinks a long gulp of Coke. “You going to watch me eat?” He looks at me from the corner of his eye.
I don’t reply to him. Instead, I turn on my heel and walk out, taking a seat at my desk as I watch him eat his lunch and drink the Coke. When he’s finished, he throws everything out, including the cup.
He doesn’t buzz me or talk to me until five minutes to three, when he gets up and walks out of his office.
“Let’s go, Denis is here.”
I grab everything I need and follow him to the conference room. Right before he opens the door, I hear his stomach start gurgling.
He looks up to see if I heard it, but I keep my head down, pretending I didn’t. It’s all I can do not to laugh out loud.
I'm introduced to Denis, who is a short, older man with that bald-on-top-hair-wrapped-around-the-sides thing going on.
I don’t say anything else to him as I put my things down and start to set up the PowerPoint presentation.
Denis and Austin start talking, but his stomach gurgles again, this time louder.
I look over at him and notice that his forehead is starting to get shiny and beads of sweat are forming on his temples.
He takes off his jacket, unbuttons his cuffs, and rolls up his sleeves. He walks to the end of the table where water bottles are set up.
Opening one, he drinks half of it, then sits down at the head of the table.
I start the presentation and Denis starts speaking. “We have a great setup with the tables for the day crowd and the dinner rush. The good news is that once they’re cleared away after the dinner service, the space has a good-sized dance floor.” I look at the display, seeing what he is saying.
Austin’s stomach grumbles very loudly. So loudly that Denis stops talking and we both look over at him. I see sweat is now pouring down the sides of his face, which is flushed and looks pained.
Denis looks over at him, his eyebrows raised in question. “Are you okay, Austin?”
He doesn’t answer, but his stomach lets out another loud grumble before he shoots out of his chair, running for the door.
Denis looks over at me, unsure of what to do. I shrug my shoulders and feign bewilderment. “I guess he got some indigestion.”
Denis nods his head in agreement. We wait about twenty minutes before I tell him that I’m going to go check on Austin.
He’s been emailing and texting since Austin left. Walking into Austin’s office, I hear moaning coming from the corner where the bathroom door is closed.
I walk over and knock on the door. “Are you okay?” I ask. He doesn't say anything, but I hear him groaning.
“I think I'm dying,” he moans in between pants. “Call 9-1-1.”
I giggle to myself. “I don’t think you’re dying. Maybe it’s food poisoning.” I try to keep my voice even so I don’t give anything away.
I hear him moan one more time, followed by his pained reply. “No, I’m pretty sure I’m dying.”
“I’ll reschedule Denis,” I say, turning and walking out while I hear him cursing God and everyone else.
Score one for me.
Chapter 8
Austin
I walk out of my private bathroom and see that night has fallen outside. The moon shining its light into my office. The outside office is empty and the lights are off out there, with just the lights in my office on and dimmed.
I walk slightly hunched over to the couch, where I throw myself down and put a hand on my forehead. I have nothing on but my pants, and they’re not even buttoned. I ripped my shirt off when I thought I was dying on that toilet. Dying.
The minute my stomach started gurgling, I knew something was wrong. Then the cramps started, followed by the sweats. The longer I sat at that conference table, the more certain I was that I might actually shit myself. Literally.
I am not exaggerating when I tell you I was dying. I thought for sure it was God’s way of punishing me for calling in Danielle.
The minute she sat in my lap, I knew I made the mistake for two reasons. First, the look on Lauren’s face made my stomach clench, and second, at the sight of the woman in my lap, my dick shriveled up. Even when I closed the blinds and she took off her coat, revealing her semi-naked form to me —encased in garters and all—my dick just lay there, not rising to the bait.
I tried to think of something to get him up, but he was
