Page 25 of Wolfish Player
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THE AUTHOR
HEATHER
Icancel my gym membership. Between running laps across Grey Wolf’s floors and resistance training every time Adrian Wolfson opens his mouth, I don’t need it anymore.
I also don’t have the time.
But today, I’m wishing that I’d held onto my pass for a little while longer. I would kill to sit in the sauna for an hour or soak my feet in an ice bath.
My eyes are begging me to shut them for a few minutes, and since I’m pretty sure I’m about to pass out, I head down to the reading nook floor.
The hammocks are occupied, and even the hard chairs are taken.
Sighing, I try the café, but there are no spaces there either.
Despite knowing that Mr. Wolfson would lose his shit if I took a break in his office, I can’t help taking the risk.
I unlock his door and walk over to his couch.
“Ahhhh…” I exhale as my back hits the soft cushions. I pull a blanket over my body and shut my eyes.
If he decides to fire me for this, at least I’ll be well-rested enough to curse him out one last time.
When I blink awake,he’s already there.
Towering over me, coffee in hand, brow arched like he’s been watching for far too long. He looks less like a boss and more like the grim reaper of naps.
“Are you having a good nap, Miss Barrett?” he asks.
“I was.” I hold back a groan and sit up.
“Where would you like me to be right now instead?” I ask.
“That’s a trick question.” He takes a slow sip from his mug. “If you’re that exhausted, you can lie back down.”
“Are you being serious or sarcastic?”
“The latter.” He sets his coffee on the table. “I’m curious why you didn’t just ask to go home to rest.”
“Because my boss would never allow it,” I say. “He thinks we’re all chasing billion-dollar checks and have a support staff like he does.”
“He would probably allow it once or twice.”
“Can you tape that to your desk as a reminder?”
“I’ll remember.”
“Okay, great.” I hate that he’s so close to me, that my body is suddenly full of energy and reacting to his presence.
“Can you go away now, then?” I ask. “I’d like to go home early but I can’t, so can you pretend like I’m away?”
