“Just give us one moment,” I squeak. “I’ll be right back.” I follow Elsa out of the boardroom and into the hallway. She has one hand on the wall and the other on her stomach. And the noise she’s making is not a moan of pleasure.
“Elsa? What happened in there? Are you okay?”
“I’m not feeling so hot,” she says.
“Well, what should we do? How can I help?”
I forget about everything that just happened in the other room. Whatever the board members are expecting from us can wait. All I care about right now is making sure Elsa is safe and comfortable.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
She nods and takes my hand.
Chapter 25
Elsa
I can feel the vomit crawl up my throat and the dry-heaves increase.
My hand covers my mouth, and I clutch onto my stomach to ease the pain.
I need to puke, and it’s coming up now.
Shit.
I run towards the coat-rack and reach for the nearest thing I can find. Without even looking, I grab a large bag and puke in it.
I swear, everything I’ve ever eaten falls out of me.
r /> I have no idea where this is coming from. And I can’t quite place how it’s being induced.
Nerves…no. Food poisoning? Hmm, maybe. But how?
Tanner runs behind me and grabs my hair, lifting it on top of my head and away from the mess I’m holding.
Fuck, why does he have to be here? He doesn’t need to see this.
I continue to puke everything I possibly could, and finally, I catch my breath.
Tanner hands me a handkerchief—I have no idea from where—and I pat my forehead and neck.
I hate the cold sweats.
My stomach finally settles, and I spit out the leftover saliva. I’m sure I look really hot right now.
I look down to see what’s holding my puke and grimace at the sight.
It’s fitting—the purse is as ugly as the contents inside. I’m amazed that someone can design such a hideous purse, actually.
Though another wave of nausea hits me once I realize how expensive the bag is.
Replacing this designer puke bag would cost me a whole collection’s worth of earnings. It’s way too expensive for how ugly it is. And frankly, it deserves to be puked on.
“Fuck, Elsa, are you okay?” Tanner asks, his voice heavy with anxiety.
I stand up and straighten myself, turning towards him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Must be something I ate.”