CHAPTER SIX

“Fuck!” Claire screams as he pukes out the last bit of his breakfast on her face, “You are so dead.”

She runs out of the elevator, down the hallway, and Roy in confusion, follows after her, trying to apologize.

He stands outside the ladies while she cleaned up, his face red with embarrassment.

He straightens when the door opens and a very angry Claire stomps out.

“You are so gross.” She seethes at him.

What? How was he the gross when she was on her knees in the—

The thought makes him gag again and this time, she jumps back so his vomit lands on the tiles.

“You will not tell anyone what you saw.”

“What? I didn’t even see anything.” Roy nods, desperately wanting to forget the nightmarish episode already.

“Swear.” She screeches.

“I cross my heart,” Roy mumbles, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm, wishing he had his water bottle with him.

“I’ll kill you if this gets out.” She wags her fingers at his face when he finally raises his eyes to look at her.

“God, I already sw