to get dry I’m just going to have to leave.
So that’s what I do. I turn around and head straight out the large sliding glass doors. I don’t hear any chatter behind me and I’m assuming I’m not being followed. I make it to my car without any further fuss, hop in and the second I sit down, lifeguard lad joins me in the passenger seat.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” I gape at him.
“If you won’t go to hospital I’m going to make sure you get home safely.” He looks at me with big blue eyes and I’m beyond creeped out by this kid.
“You actually just got into my car.” My voice doesn’t begin to describe the outrage I feel within. “Get out immediately or I’ll have you arrested for… for…” I can’t think of anything off the bat, I’m so flabbergasted at the audacity of this teenager. “Just get out of my car!”
Of all the reactions I could ever expect from a crazy lad, a smile isn’t one of them. And that’s exactly what he does. He grins at me. “Okay,” he says.
Next thing I know he’s hopped out of his seat. After the bonkers teenager shuts the passenger side door, he starts waving at me.
I don’t even…
I can’t…
My mind is having trouble processing everything that’s occurred tonight, so it takes me a few seconds to shift gears. Once I snap back into reality I’m off. I peel out of the Meli Spa carpark never to return. Ever. Not even if my life depended upon coming back to this posh, yet insanely staffed, place. Somehow I think the opposite of that. My life would be in mortal peril if I were to ever again pass through its spa doors.
Chapter 4
The next day at the cafe the first thing I do is put the behemoth robot out onto the street. Upon arriving this morning I’d left three more messages for Oliver, plus I already told Callum to find him at CoTechnic and collect the chef bot from mine immediately. If Oliver wants his robot back he can come get it. There’s no way I’m keeping that thing inside my premises after one of the guy’s malfunctioning bots almost killed me last night.
“I am diabolically sorry to hear of your accidents, boss lady.”
Anika’s new word of the day is as diabolical as her refusal to stop referring to me as the Boss Lady.
“Never mind.” As she starts prepping the soup of the day ingredients, I make my way out of the kitchen. “I need to run some errands, but I’ll be back in an hour.”
“Just don’t go near any diabolical swimming pools, boss lady!” Anika shouts to me as I leave.
When I get to my car and open the door I stare forlornly at the wet driver’s seat. I’d placed a towel over it yesterday. I’d also thrown my soaked workout clothes away. They were getting too big, as I’ve lost some weight, and I didn’t want reminding of my near drowning.
Sitting myself down into the sodden car chair, I drive off and head to the Retail Park. I’m going to need some new workout clothes. When I arrive at the clothing store the first thing I notice is that everything’s been swapped around.
Bollocks!
This really does nothing to improve my mood of late. Well, I suppose a cheery attitude wouldn’t be expected of me after nearly dying from drowning.
I stomp around the shop looking for the leisure wear. Actually, I stomp angrily around the store three times, getting more agitated by the minute. But there’s nothing for it. They’ve simply run out of sportswear at this bloody shop!
“Are you all right, love?”
I must be looking quite red in the face with anger because a store attendant has just approached me.
“Where have all your workout clothes gone?” I ask the woman.
“We don’t stock them anymore.” She says with a flick of her bleached blonde hair. “You can check on the store website though, and there are a few leisure items left on sale over there.”
Turning quickly, I stomp over to where the woman indicated. thinking this really takes the piss. Why can’t anything go right for me lately? I’ve got a wedding coming up! I don’t need all this extra crap that keeps happening.
Flicking angrily through the racks of hardly any selection of clothes, I grab a few items I think might fit and make my way stompily as ever into the ladies fitting room. Yanking the curtain shut