Vivian's POV
With Ryan having already left. Vivian was intending to follow right after him, but instead she found herself stuck in his penthouse. Laying flat on her belly, she looked beneath the bed. Even going as far as to reach out and move her arm around, hoping that she would bump into what she was looking for.
Not finding anything, she got on her knees and pushed herself up. Hands on her waist
Vivian spun in a slow circle around the room, searching, but her shoe was nowhere to be found.
Sitting back down on the bed, she stared at her other shoe and bit back a groan of frustration.
Of all of the things to misplace, it just had to be the one thing she could not leave the penthouse without.
Had it been her bra, or maybe her underwear, she would have been able to just put clothes on and walk outside with her face flaming, but with no one else being able to tell why she was so embarrassed.
