Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 15
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Falling in Public
Chapter 15
Adrenaline shot through Eddie's veins as he went to the door, hoping whoever had left those threatening messages for Holly was on the other side. Pounding on the bastard would feel really good right about now. Quickly checking to make sure Holly was hidden, he pulled the door open just enough to fill the space with his own body.
The scent assaulted him first, followed by a gigantic bouquet of flowers that obsured the person nearly underneath them.
"Hello? Anyone there? A little help would be good, before I drop these..." The female voice was shrill and whiny, but he automatically reached out to grasp the large basket from her.
"Oh thank you," she said on a long sigh, clearly winded. The sickly sweet stench was cloying and Eddie put the flowers on the dressing table as fast as possible, then reached for the card.
"Hey," the delivery woman said, smacking his hand lightly for good measure. "Those are for Ms. Saunders. And you aren't her. You're..." her eyes got big as she looked at him more closely. "Oh wow. You're Eddie Pierce. Wait until I tell--"
"No one," he said sternly, knowing it wouldn't do any good. "You'll tell no one, or I'll have you fired."
Her lips twisted up in a sly grin. "Of course, Mr. Pierce. My lips are sealed." She drew her fingers over her lips, then turned on her heel and flounced away. He shook his head as he watched her go, then reached for the card in the flowers again.
As soon as the door closed, Holly came out from behind the screen. "Do you think she'll keep quiet?" She came up beside him, and peered around his arm as he removed the small square of cardstock from the envelope. He fought a sudden bout of dizziness, confused at what might have caused it. If he could just find out who sent the flowers...
"Nope. In about thirty seconds, the whole studio will know I'm in your room. And that's not going to go over well considering what you just said on National TV. But we have two larger problems at the moment." He handed her the card and staggered to the couch, collapsing on it just before he would have fallen. He settled back against the cushions, focusing on each breath.
She looked over at him and frowned, holding up the card. "He really expects me to just wait for him to come get me? God, this guy is delusional."
Eddie nodded, closing his eyes. "That's problem number two."
"What's problem number one then?" He heard her step closer, felt her staring down at him. "Eddie, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Stay away from the flowers," he said, the words feeling thick on his tongue as he sunk down onto his side. "There's something...so tired...can't breath..."
She said something, but he couldn't make out the words, and it didn't really matter. Sleep beckoned and he gave in to the urge, drifting off into peaceful oblivion.
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Falling in Public
Chapter 15
Adrenaline shot through Eddie's veins as he went to the door, hoping whoever had left those threatening messages for Holly was on the other side. Pounding on the bastard would feel really good right about now. Quickly checking to make sure Holly was hidden, he pulled the door open just enough to fill the space with his own body.
The scent assaulted him first, followed by a gigantic bouquet of flowers that obsured the person nearly underneath them.
"Hello? Anyone there? A little help would be good, before I drop these..." The female voice was shrill and whiny, but he automatically reached out to grasp the large basket from her.
"Oh thank you," she said on a long sigh, clearly winded. The sickly sweet stench was cloying and Eddie put the flowers on the dressing table as fast as possible, then reached for the card.
"Hey," the delivery woman said, smacking his hand lightly for good measure. "Those are for Ms. Saunders. And you aren't her. You're..." her eyes got big as she looked at him more closely. "Oh wow. You're Eddie Pierce. Wait until I tell--"
"No one," he said sternly, knowing it wouldn't do any good. "You'll tell no one, or I'll have you fired."
Her lips twisted up in a sly grin. "Of course, Mr. Pierce. My lips are sealed." She drew her fingers over her lips, then turned on her heel and flounced away. He shook his head as he watched her go, then reached for the card in the flowers again.
As soon as the door closed, Holly came out from behind the screen. "Do you think she'll keep quiet?" She came up beside him, and peered around his arm as he removed the small square of cardstock from the envelope. He fought a sudden bout of dizziness, confused at what might have caused it. If he could just find out who sent the flowers...
"Nope. In about thirty seconds, the whole studio will know I'm in your room. And that's not going to go over well considering what you just said on National TV. But we have two larger problems at the moment." He handed her the card and staggered to the couch, collapsing on it just before he would have fallen. He settled back against the cushions, focusing on each breath.
She looked over at him and frowned, holding up the card. "He really expects me to just wait for him to come get me? God, this guy is delusional."
Eddie nodded, closing his eyes. "That's problem number two."
"What's problem number one then?" He heard her step closer, felt her staring down at him. "Eddie, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Stay away from the flowers," he said, the words feeling thick on his tongue as he sunk down onto his side. "There's something...so tired...can't breath..."
She said something, but he couldn't make out the words, and it didn't really matter. Sleep beckoned and he gave in to the urge, drifting off into peaceful oblivion.
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