#Chapter 38-Heels to Flats

Derek finds me with my legs up an hour later while I’m in the middle of a phone call. When I give him permission by calling him in, he stops short when he sees my positioning. “Do I want to know?” He asks me quietly as I listen to the other person on my line talk. “I’ll explain,” I whisper back before I return to my phone call. “Alright, just message me with the details on Monday, and we’ll go from there. Make sure you have a great weekend and say hi to Frank for me, alright? Have a good one.” I hang up the phone and sigh loudly, leaning my head back in the chair. “So. Just hanging around?” Derek taunts, giving me his taunting smile. “Ha-ha,” I respond, sticking my tongue out like we’re kids. “For your information, my doctor has informed me this can help me.” “Help with what?” “Oh, sorry, I guess the pants make it hard to tell. I’ve got swelling going on, and she said I need to get off of my feet to calm it down.”