The thought occurred to me, but I'm not sure how well I could pull it off.

I suppose it couldn't hurt to try.

The following day, I remained in bed for most of the morning. Normally, I would be awake early so I could work on some paintings in my studio. But today, I was pretending to be incredibly sick so that Elliot would let me miss the gathering happening in a couple of days.

I placed a hot cloth over my face and when I heard the bathroom door opening, I quickly took the cloth off my face and shoved it under my pillow.

When Elliot saw me still in bed, he frowned.

"Why haven't you gotten up yet?" He asked as he finished getting dressed for the day.

"I don't feel so good," I told him, making myself sound sick and pathetic.

His brows furrowed together.

"You were fine yesterday."

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

today. I think it's getting worse, and I'll probably be sick for at least a week," I told him,

so?" He asked,

my head; it's very warm," I

on my forehead, a frown marring

asked, reaching around me and grabbing the cloth that I stuck under my

it was completely hidden. He pulled

hot cloth?" He asked. "Is this the reason you feel warm? Do you

my lower lip and

"I'm really not feeling well. I put a

I'll get you some medicine. I'm sure once you get up and shower,

maids stood

thanked her and closed the door, bummed that

knocked on Elliot's office

"Come in," he said.

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