Great.I had survived getting roofied at the Shifting Sands Spa only to get raped and murdered by some weird German chef. If I could just wiggle out of his grasp I might be able to grab the knife in his pocket…
I had my plan of attack all ready when the elevator doors opened. Wind whipped at my hair.Wind? What the hell?I took my eyes off the knife and stared out the doors in disbelief. We were on the roof of his building. And there was a helicopter in the center of it.
“Does your building have a helipad?” he asked.
“Uh…”
“We will make it work. Come.” He pulled me over to the helicopter and strapped me into the back seat. Then he hopped into the cockpit and started playing with controls. Despite the earmuffs he had given me, I could still hear the engine roar to life.
“Do you know how to fly this thing?” I shouted, but it was too late. He had already taken off. There was no going back now.
Once we were comfortably above the skyscrapers, he turned and looked at me with his blue eyes. Unlike Mr. Frost’s, they weren’t icy at all. They were filled with life and warmth. Looking into his eyes was like looking into the crisp, clear water of the Caribbean.
“The city is beautiful from up here, ya?” he asked.
I leaned over to get a better look. It really was breathtaking. But I had so many other questions. “Why are you doing this for me?”
“In Germany we have a phrase.Wer zu spät kommt, den bestraft das leben. Life punishes those who come too late.”
Did that saying extend to sex as well? Were all Germans premature ejaculators?Gross.But I was more into the actual meaning of what he’d just said. “Germans hate lateness so much that you would fly me back to work? That’s the coolest thing anyone has ever done for me.” In that moment, I was pretty sure I had found my soulmate. No one had ever shared my passion for punctuality the way he clearly did.
“Yes. See? We are not all lederhosen and Hitler-staches.”
“Oh God. How much of that did you hear?”
“Enough to know that you have never eaten at The Sausage King before. Because if you had, you would know that German food is the best. You have not lived until you have tasted my sausage.”
I stifled a laugh. Was he aware of the innuendo there? Based on how serious he sounded, I assumed he wasn’t.
I couldn’t decide what to ask him next. I had a million questions. What was his name? Did he grow up in Germany? When did he open his restaurant? Most importantly…how did he get his own freaking helicopter?!
But I didn’t get to ask any of my questions.
“Which building is yours?” he asked.
I gave him the address. A minute later, we touched down on the roof of BIMG. By some miracle, the building actually did have a helipad.
“Thank you so much,” I said as I unstrapped myself.
“There is no time for thanks. You will be late.”
“But I didn’t even get your name.”
“Otto von Wurst. Now go!”
This Is War - Chapter 14 – Oversized Sausage
Monday – September 18, 2023
“You made it back!” said Chastity when I appeared at our desk. “You better hurry though…I think Mr. Frost was just about to start the meeting.”
“What a jerk. Can you get this on a serving tray?” I tossed her the takeout bag and ran to the meeting room.
As I approached, I heard Mr. Frost say, “Well, let’s give her one more minute. If she’s not here then I guess we’ll just have to go on without her.”
I waited for him to finish his sentence before making my triumphant entrance. “That won’t be necessary.”
The shocked look on Mr. Frost’s face was priceless. But it was only visible for a second. He quickly concealed it with a look of relief. “Where were you?” he asked. “Is everything okay?”
