Chapter 37

That possessive psycho!

Elizabeth huffed in indignation as she added the chunks of the cut up bistecca alla fiorentina on top of the rice and tomato sauce in the flask. Sprinkling parsley on it, she left it open and hurried for her room. She was going to be late if she didn't get a move on it. The subway waited for no man! Taking one last look at her white silk shirt tucked into her black, straight skirt in the mirror, she quickly threw on her light brown chesterfield coat and leopard print heels, then picked up her bag and hurried back to the kitchen. Covering the flask and gently placing it in a tote bag, she put in a tissue wrapped plastic spoon and retrieved the bottle of orange juice from the fridge, then turned off the lights and headed out the door, hastily locking it behind her. She powered down the stairs and was on the road in record time. She was about to turn down the corner when she heard,

"Excuse me?"

She turned and found a man with salt and pepper hair smiling at her.