Chapter thirty

Saturday night.  Abbey scrambled to the elevator, exhaling as she felt it rise to take her to Sloan’s penthouse.

Mitzi finally returned to work looking like death warmed over.  Abbey’s marathon shifts took a toll on her.  As soon as her shift ended she went home to her apartment and collapsed into her bed.  She slept the entire night.

Abbey jotted random bits of the second book as they popped into her head on paper napkins and scraps of order pads.  She rustled the wad of scrap papers in her pocket.  She couldn’t wait to get to her laptop to sort and input them.

A frown creased Abbey’s forehead.  For the first time ever, Gordon seemed reluctant to bring her here.  He even seemed a little put out.  Her frown melted into a grin as the elevator door opened.  Abbey stepped off the elevator and few across the vestibule, her heart racing.  She couldn’t wait to see Sloan.

“Sloan!” Abbey called out as she set her purse and notebook on the end table.  She giggled as she picked up her laptop.  “Hello.  I missed you,” she crooned to the machine.

She turned as she heard the sound of boot steps descend from the loft above.  Sloan was buttoning the sleeve of his dress shirt with diamond cuff links from under his Armani suit coat.  His thick black hair was still slicked wet from a recent shower.   Abbey could smell the intoxicating musky smell of his cologne.  The vision of him standing here on the steps took her breath away.

“Wow, you have business tonight?” Abbey commented shakily.  “It’s Saturday night.”

“I know it is Saturday night, Abigail,” Sloan answered.  “I didn’t realize you were coming.”

 The penthouse door opened and closed.  Robert and Bartholomew strode inside the living area.  They too were dressed to the nines in designer suits.  Each had recently showered and shaved.  Abbey was silently thankful Sloan opted out of shaving.  He was far sexier with a five o’clock shadow.

“Are you ready, Sloan?” Robert demanded, ignoring Abbey’s existence.  “Gordon is waiting.”

“Where are you going?” Abbey pleaded.  She waited three days to see Sloan and he was abandoning her?

“Out, Abigail,” Sloan replied.  “To the clubs.”

Abbey felt her heart shatter as her mind filled with the pictures she had seen on the internet.  The backdrop of most of them had been night clubs.  Now she knew why Gordon didn’t want to bring her here tonight.  He knew where the guys were going.  They were looking to get laid.

“Oh.”  Abbey set her laptop back down on the end table and picked her purse up, lifting the strap to her shoulder with her hand.  “I guess I will see you tomorrow then.  If, of course, you are free.”  She stormed past Robert and Bartholomew and threw open the penthouse door.

“Let Gordon take you home,” Sloan insisted.

Abbey turned slowly, coldly glaring at him with her hand still on the door knob.  “I’m-not-going-home,” she spat out as she slammed the door behind her.


About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

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