“Good night, Shelby.”
Clicking the phone off, I hope she’s able to get back to sleep. She isn’t wrong. All of this could’ve waited until morning. I’m just too excited—not that I’d admit that to anyone—and needed to share the news with someone I know would care.
It’s pathetic that the only person I have in the office to tell is my assistant.
You pushed them all away because of her.
I turn for the door, eager to push thoughts of my past from my mind. There’s no room for that when something so positive has happened.
A celebration is in order, but not tonight. There’s too much to do, and I need rest. My turn of the door handle is met with resistance.
“What the fuck?”
I jiggle the handle again, but the door won’t open.
My hands drift blindly over the only thing standing between me and sleep. There’s a keyhole on this side of the door. Meaning it’s a double-cylinder lock, and I’m officially stuck.
Son of a bitch.
Fist banging against the metal, I call out to anyone close enough to hear, but I know it’s no use. The hallway was empty and secluded from the main club. Nobody is going to hear me. Not until the music ceases its deafening level or the club closes for the evening.
Either way, my much-needed night of rest won’t be happening unless Pax decides to actually check his phone for a change. When he’s “entertaining,” his phone is practically a paperweight.
“Fuuuck.”
I make my way to the back, lighting the area with my mobile’s torch feature, remove a chair from the stack, and take a seat before sending off a quick text to Pax.
Me: Locked in cloakroom. Back hallway. Need help.
It isn’t until after I hit send that I realize how ridiculous this situation is.
Things better go off without a hitch tomorrow. My entire career rides on it.
The door handle jiggles, and I smirk.
“Thank God.”
Paxton found me. I may actually kiss the bloke.
When the door pushes open, it’s not Paxton’s large frame shrouded in light but the backside of a woman backing into the cloakroom as though she’s hiding from someone or something.
A mass of blonde waves stops mid-back, and the light streaming in overhead creates a halo effect that has me transfixed. Blinded by the beauty before me, I miss my opportunity to catch the door.
The door clicks shut, and an audible sigh escapes the woman and me simultaneously.
“Well, isn’t this an unexpected turn of events?”
5
Raven
Five minutes earlier...
I’m notsure why I thought the line to the ladies’ room would be any less ridiculous this time around. But here I am again, stillwaiting.And those extra shots didn’t help.
Such a high-class establishment really needs to work on its flow.
With a huff, I admit defeat.I might as well just go home.It will probably take less time to get there then for one of these damn bathroom stalls to be free.