Nervous Wreck

Matt

Erica left early the next morning, and I faintly remember her leaving, but I was too out of it after our all-night fuck fest. I was a lucky bastard, and I knew it. The alarm went off around seven, and I rolled on my side and groaned. Someone knocked on the door.

"Jonathan's people are right on time," I mumbled and got up. The hope had been that I would get to sleep until noon, but no... I just had to have the guys come pick up the painting early on the morning before the showing. Ridiculous last minute shit. So typical me.

They knocked again and Zek went nuts barking at the door, the little guy no bigger than my foot.

"Come here, buddy." I scooped him up and opened the door before rubbing at my eyes.

"Mr. Bryant?" Two burley guys stood in the hallway.

"Hey guys. You with De Luge?"

"Yeah. Mr. Luntz said that you had an important piece that he wanted wrapped and hand delivered to the gallery."

"Perfect." I moved back as Zek wiggled in my arms. "It's in the first bedroom on the left