I wanted to feel something for him, but there was nothing there. He was cute. He was smart. He was definitely more my type than Dillan was. If I hadn’t met Dillan, I was sure things would have been different with Chris. Hell, when I first started working for him I had a crush on him. Not that I had ever felt that insane attraction with him that I had with Dillan though.

Nothing else could compare. 

Chapter 6

Dillan

I wasn’t entirely surprised to wake up alone. It wasn’t the first time, and usually a preference of mine. I was surprised that I was disappointed that she had left though. When I first started waking up, I entertained the idea of another round. Which obviously wasn’t going to happen now.

I stood up and stretched my sore muscles. The kind you got after a good workout. The night before, and half the morning, had proved to be the best kind of workouts. Yawning loudly, I walked toward the small kitchenette, knowing there would be bottles of water in the fridge. 

I stopped when I saw the small note and envelope on the table. 

With a smile I picked up the note, this was more like Fiona’s style. She wouldn’t be able to leave without saying goodbye, or not having the last word. That wasn’t in her nature. At first I laughed at her comment about the debt, but then confusion took over. 

She left a gift? 

I spun in a circle around the room but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe I wasn’t awake enough to spot it yet. I pulled out a bottle and guzzled it down. I walked over to my dresser to put some pants on at least. There were none there. 

Nothing was in that drawer.

“What the hell?” I whispered into the empty room.

I went through every drawer, but they were all the same - as bare as I was. I jogged around the room, looking for my clothes from the night before. But they weren’t there either.

I snapped my fingers, remembering that most of my clothes had been removed in the elevator. At least I think they were. My boxers should have still been in the room at least though. 

Unless Keith took them as a joke when he left. He would do something like that.

The hall was empty of all clothing items. Shaking my head, I put my finger on the screen and called the elevator. But the light turned red instead of green. I tried again, same response. 

Cursing, I went back to the room and searched for my phone. I couldn’t find it though. It seemed to be gone too.

I groaned and smacked my head when I remembered it was still in the back pocket of the pants I wore last night. I ran for the far corner where the stairs were, I stopped when my eyes landed on the note and money. I grabbed the money, since I didn’t know when I was going to get the elevator working again. 

My eyes fell on the note for the third time, and I paused.

“Did she…” I laughed and ran for the stairs, note in hand.

The little minx must have taken my clothes. I half expected to find them sprawled through the stairs. She probably wasn’t thrilled about having to take all those stairs down this morning.

Oddly, the stairs were empty as well. 

I stopped at the second floor and entered my office. Keith was sitting at the desk, probably getting ready to go over the books from the night before. The computer was still in the waking-up phase.

He laughed when he saw me. “Did you forget something?”

I snorted and headed straight for the small wardrobe I kept with extra clothes. One can never be too safe. “I’m guessing you're not the one who took all the clothes out of the studio.” I was pretty sure about that by this point, but…