Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 51: Drill Sergeant

Chapter 51: Drill Sergeant

In the movies, especially the old school ones that were all about overcoming adversity and coming out on top against all odds. There was often a scene in the film where the hero or heroine finally got themselves together and started preparing for whatever the main event of the movie would be.

And rather than showing countless hours of a person learning a new skill, failing, getting back up, failing and then finally mastering whatever it was that they were trying to learn. Movie makers made a montage. Every single step taken into account and then the whole thing was cut into smaller more manageable pieces. The pieces were then made to fit together in a continuous flow that gave the viewer an idea of just how hard the lead of the movie worked to achieve their goal.

Derek like movie montages, they saved a lot of time. But in all his years of watching movies, Derek had never in his life thought that he would see a movie montage live.

But as he lay down on the uncomfortable motel bed, the sheets beneath him scratchy, he realized that, that was exactly what he was seeing.

A movie montage, live, all thanks to his PA.

The fall from the bed had to have given her superpowers, Derek thought as he watched her. Or maybe it was the spider that she said had scared her into screaming. Either way, there was definitely something supernatural going on.

Before his very eyes, Emily was moving with a speed that should not have been possible for a human being. Derek tracked her as she moved, the bed covers that she had recently been tangled in were scooped up and thrown in his direction, almost falling off the bed on the other side. He looked from the thrown covers to her, and she was no longer where he had left her. Instead she was crouched down next to her bag, going through it so fast she barely seemed to be touching the clothes.

Derek blinked and she was right next to him, standing there like a creepy ghost from a horror film. Derek was almost convinced that she would start levitating and make blood rain down from the ceiling. Luckily, she did no such thing, all that she did was lean over and put her phone down on the bedside table.

And then she was gone so fast she might as well have teleported, all Derek heard was the sound of the bathroom door closing, and then he was alone in the room.

He stared at the door, not feeling all the way awake yet. Seconds later the sound of the shower running made it through the thin wood of the door. And then as suddenly as it had started, it went quiet. He could hear banging and clanging coming from the other side, none of the silence from the night before was anywhere to be found.

"Come on, Emily, we can make it!" He heard at some point, the faucet turned on, then off, and seconds later, the bathroom door opened. Emily came through, her hands up as she tried to get her hair in a ponytail. The corner of her mouth white, a stubborn bit of toothpaste clinging to it.

Her eyes moved over the room, and Derek might have just as well have been a part of the dull furniture for all the attention she paid him. She seemed to have been doing a checklist in her head, and as he watched she leaned down, and took her bag, then she went over to the side of the bed and took her phone. That done, she did one last sweep of the room and made her way out.

Was she serious? Was she really just going to leave? Had she forgotten that he was there? That he was physically in the room with her, and that the two of them needed to leave together.

"Emily," He called, keeping his voice low and soft, so as not to startle her. It was a wasted effort, she still jumped a foot in the air and then she whirled around. Her eyes widening when she saw him.

"Derek! What are you- How did you-" She seemed genuinely shocked to see him still in the same position that she had left him in, like it had not crossed her mind that while she was getting ready. He could not do the same since he had to wait for her to finish first.

"What are you still doing in bed?! We have to be gone by quarter to twelve at the latest," She told him, her hands on her hips.

In that moment, she bore an uncanny resemblance to those drill sergeant mothers who were constantly ordering their children around. Keeping them in line with a tone that brooked no argument and a tone of voice that could make even hardened criminals shake in their boots.

But looking into her eyes and seeing the steel and fire there. The CEO made the wise choice of keeping his observation to himself. He did not feel like being chewed out as he got ready. So he bit his tongue and and got up, stepping around her quickly as he headed for the bathroom.

She had a look about her that said one wrong word, one wrong move from him, one toe out of line and he would regret it for as long as he drew breath. Like she would magically make it so that he could never fly again. That all modes of transport out of the small town, be it a car or child’s bicycle would refuse to take him. Leaving him stranded until she decided that he had learned his lesson.

Not wanting to risk such a horrible fate, Derek went into the bathroom and started channelling the same supernatural speed that he’d seen her using earlier. Moving through his preparations with a quickness that took even him by surprise.

They were not going to be late because of him.