Read Online When the Lights Go Out by Roxy Mews - Free Book Online
Authors: Roxy Mews
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Genre Fiction, Romantic Comedy, Holidays, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
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down the cool tube of steel on the side. She giggled remembering the salesgirl's face. She’d sure added some excitement to their day at work. Getting the boss man horizontal on the bathroom floor hadn’t been much of a hardship for April either.
It wasn't a long walk to get to the bathroom in this house. April stood in the doorway. She'd redo this room first. White subway tiles were definitely going in here. April giggled as she wondered how much a urinal cost. The ones in the men’s room sure had made cute planters.
Just because she didn’t need a man in real life, didn’t mean remembering a spectacular time with one was beneath her. A girl needed a little fantasy every now and then.
When she finally did get to go to sleep after vacuuming and running her first load of laundry, April’s dreams were full of hard floors and red light. What more could a girl ask for than a fantastic way to remember the day she took control of her life.
Chapter Sixteen
Taylor’s concussion was minor, and without any broken bones or cracks in his skull, he was sent home the same night. He was told to refrain from working for the next week and to stay away from anything requiring concentration as his head healed. Turned out most everything he did in his day revolved around a screen or a page. He’d been left with only his thoughts for days, and the only thing he could think about was that bunch of flowers and the card attached.
April Prime’s name was on his mind, and the feel of her body was imprinted on his fingertips. Despite the doctor’s orders, he went by the store just days later to make sure the projects he’d assigned were all being done properly. When he went to the bathroom, he was hard in an instant. His body remembered everything. The head injury wasn’t a pleasant result, but suddenly he wasn’t opposed to taking the day off anymore.
Stopping in his office he barely resisted the urge to check his emails, and couldn’t miss the extra greenery. All the plants from the urinals were on the bookcases and shelves.
Adam leaned into the office. “Did you get the teddy bear?”
The employees had sent the bear, pants and all, to his house as a get-well gift.
“Yes. Thanks so much.” Taylor grabbed a couple of files with the new resets to review tomorrow. Pictograms weren’t as much of a no-no as reports were. He was going to make some notes to get back in the swing of things.
Adam slapped the doorframe and leaned back out.
Taylor realized something. “Hey, who won? I didn’t get to find out this year.”
Adam backed up until he could see his boss. “Why do you care? You hate April Fools’ Day.”
Taylor touched the leaves of one of the ferns. “Not as much as I used to.”
“Nobody won. With all the chaos we didn’t get to watch all of the pranks play out. We’d talked about a do-over…but…” He gestured to Taylor and then made his hands make an exploding motion on either side of his head.
“I’ll tell you what. If you guys get this reset done ahead of time, we can re-do the prank war.”
Adam eyed him.
“But I get to join in.”
“You did hit your head hard.”
Taylor put the file of pictograms in his messenger bag, and tucked one of the plants under his arm. He had an idea. “If you aren’t up for a prank war, I’ll understand.”
Adam grabbed his boss’s arm and tugged.
“Kicking me out?”
“Hell no. You are telling the other managers you agreed to this before whatever broke in your brain fixes itself. I want witnesses.”
It had been threatening to rain all day, but the clouds parted a bit just as Taylor turned onto the street into the Belleview neighborhood. This was a dumb idea. It bordered on stalking. Every fiber in Taylor’s body readied itself for fight or flight, but there was still a little nagging in his heart that told him to do it anyway.
Taylor looked at the address he had from the bit of research he’d done. Luckily there had only been one home sold in
It wasn't a long walk to get to the bathroom in this house. April stood in the doorway. She'd redo this room first. White subway tiles were definitely going in here. April giggled as she wondered how much a urinal cost. The ones in the men’s room sure had made cute planters.
Just because she didn’t need a man in real life, didn’t mean remembering a spectacular time with one was beneath her. A girl needed a little fantasy every now and then.
When she finally did get to go to sleep after vacuuming and running her first load of laundry, April’s dreams were full of hard floors and red light. What more could a girl ask for than a fantastic way to remember the day she took control of her life.
Chapter Sixteen
Taylor’s concussion was minor, and without any broken bones or cracks in his skull, he was sent home the same night. He was told to refrain from working for the next week and to stay away from anything requiring concentration as his head healed. Turned out most everything he did in his day revolved around a screen or a page. He’d been left with only his thoughts for days, and the only thing he could think about was that bunch of flowers and the card attached.
April Prime’s name was on his mind, and the feel of her body was imprinted on his fingertips. Despite the doctor’s orders, he went by the store just days later to make sure the projects he’d assigned were all being done properly. When he went to the bathroom, he was hard in an instant. His body remembered everything. The head injury wasn’t a pleasant result, but suddenly he wasn’t opposed to taking the day off anymore.
Stopping in his office he barely resisted the urge to check his emails, and couldn’t miss the extra greenery. All the plants from the urinals were on the bookcases and shelves.
Adam leaned into the office. “Did you get the teddy bear?”
The employees had sent the bear, pants and all, to his house as a get-well gift.
“Yes. Thanks so much.” Taylor grabbed a couple of files with the new resets to review tomorrow. Pictograms weren’t as much of a no-no as reports were. He was going to make some notes to get back in the swing of things.
Adam slapped the doorframe and leaned back out.
Taylor realized something. “Hey, who won? I didn’t get to find out this year.”
Adam backed up until he could see his boss. “Why do you care? You hate April Fools’ Day.”
Taylor touched the leaves of one of the ferns. “Not as much as I used to.”
“Nobody won. With all the chaos we didn’t get to watch all of the pranks play out. We’d talked about a do-over…but…” He gestured to Taylor and then made his hands make an exploding motion on either side of his head.
“I’ll tell you what. If you guys get this reset done ahead of time, we can re-do the prank war.”
Adam eyed him.
“But I get to join in.”
“You did hit your head hard.”
Taylor put the file of pictograms in his messenger bag, and tucked one of the plants under his arm. He had an idea. “If you aren’t up for a prank war, I’ll understand.”
Adam grabbed his boss’s arm and tugged.
“Kicking me out?”
“Hell no. You are telling the other managers you agreed to this before whatever broke in your brain fixes itself. I want witnesses.”
It had been threatening to rain all day, but the clouds parted a bit just as Taylor turned onto the street into the Belleview neighborhood. This was a dumb idea. It bordered on stalking. Every fiber in Taylor’s body readied itself for fight or flight, but there was still a little nagging in his heart that told him to do it anyway.
Taylor looked at the address he had from the bit of research he’d done. Luckily there had only been one home sold in
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