Page 31 of Hesi-Dating
"You're talking to me?" I pointed at myself.
"Yeah, you." She glared down her nose at the dog.
"Told you I was still at work. I didn't have time to run him home." I reeled in his leash when Henry sniffed something on the floor.Please, don't pee in the lobby.
"Can you leave it in the car?"
"No. It's almost a hundred degrees outside. He'll bake."
"Keep it away from me." She took my hand and tugged me toward the elevator.
I had to jerk Henry by his collar onto the elevator before the doors shut. This wasn't his first ride, but the motion of the elevators made him anxious. He walked circles around us, getting the leash tangled on our legs.
"Sorry." I walked around Sara to unspin the leash.
She let out a grumpy snort and plastered herself against the side to prevent the dog from getting behind her again.
On the third floor she used a plastic keycard to unlock a room and placed the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door.
Before I could note the room number, Henry pulled out of his collar and pranced in like he owned the place. I stepped inside to chase after him.
Door still open, Sara caught my arm and locked her lips onto mine. I refused to open my mouth. I rotated us into the room to let the door close.
She had my shirt unbuttoned and off before the door clicked shut. Like a magician, she got my pants unbuckled almost immediately after the click. I grabbed my cell phone out of the back pocket before it hit the floor with the rest of the items on my uniform belt. I refused to bust another one's screen. She forced me to step out of my shoes when she grabbed the pants.
Henry barked a deep yowl-woof noise. Both of us jumped.
"Shut up," she snapped at him.
Her hand was on my underwear-clad crotch. Not much more than a semi twitched under her punishing kneading.
Henry barked again. Shit, he was pacing in an agitated way like he was about to expel something. With him, I never knew if it'd be coming out his mouth or the back end until he exploded.
"Sit, bud," I ordered, not that he stopped pacing.
She pushed me onto the bed, fully intent on blowing me. What was that in her hand? She show-and-telled my handcuffs.
Oh, hell no.I never fooled around with work cuffs. Those things were sharp. "Wait a sec."
With a strange laugh she cuffed my right wrist to the headboard and bounced on my stomach just north of my crotch. I groaned to catch my breath from the force of the impact.
A retching noise came from the side of the bed. Henry put his paws up to peek over the mattress's edge. He projectile vomited stinky yellow liquid.
Sara hopped off me. Her mouth opened and closed. She put a hand over her mouth and nose. "How dare you. You stupid, dumb dog!"
Henry ran to the far side of the room. People yelling always scared him.
"I'm sorry." Relief poured through me.Good dog.
"He ruined my skirt." She grabbed her purse. The click of the door closing echoed ominously.
Was she coming back? I tugged on the handcuff tying me to the bed. Its metal cut into my wrist.
Several minutes later, she hadn't returned.
I rattled the handcuff anchoring my wrist to the headboard. This wasn't a flimsy metal bed frame to be easily broken. It was thick wood. The keys to unlock the cuffs were in my pants on the floor on the other side of the bed.
I kicked to get all the puke-stained covers off the bed and away from me. It turned out to be a lot less of a mess than it'd sounded when erupting from the dog.
