Get a hold of yourself Penelope, and let’s have less perverted thoughts please.
I set my bag down on the center-table and sat on the couch. I went through the file over again, flipping the pages one after the other.
Now I’m reading these again after he returned it signed without even reading all of it, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
He must have seen the part where I stated, ‘since we’re both unmarried, seeing the other person’s nudity should be sanctioned’ and he used it to playfully mock me.
I let out a yawn to my surprise, it’s not possible that I’m suddenly feeling tired, is it? I rubbed my eyes to start them up and working again as I waited for my boss to finish bathing.
After about 20mins later, he returned with a first aid kit. I received the kit from him and laid it on the table while he sat down on the couch beside.
“How’s your brother doing?” he asked, maybe out of courtesy.
“He’ll live… at least he won’t be with Zhin Feng for a while.” I replied, as I changed his bandaids and bandages carefully.
“I’m sure that must be a nightmare for him” he stated sarcastically and I smiled lightly.
“You know Zhin Feng will come after you again. Do you have any plans?” I asked concerned.
“I’m not so worried about Mr Zhin. He made a costly mistake by showing off his cards first, giving me total advantage over him. I’m readily waiting for him this time, so let him come. I’ve got scores to settle with him and I plan to be ruthless.” He replied smartly.
I was confident he had a bulletproof plan, so I wasn’t so worried anymore.
I moved closer to him as I carefully put an ointment on his cut that was slightly above his left brow, and for a brief moment there, our eyes locked in a gaze.
He actually has the most gorgeous warm blue eyes I’ve ever seen, and they stole my soul.
What are you doing girl?- get hold of yourself and out of your fantasy.
I quickly averted my eyes as I cleared my throat signaling I was done. Everything about this man was drawing me in and slowly making me lose all composure.
I closed the kit and sat back on the couch and there was a brief awkward silence since neither of us knew what to say, until he rescued the situation.
“Have you had breakfast yet?” He asked plainly.
“Yes I have, but if you haven’t I can quickly whip you up something” I offered.
“Oh… thanks, but I had an early breakfast.” he said uncomfortably.
“You live by yourself? No maids or butler?” I asked curiously.
I’ve always wondered why he doesn’t have a secretary at the office nor does he have an assistant, only to come to his house and realize he’s also by himself.
“I do. I have maids, but they come very early to clean and cook before I leave for work. I’m not really comfortable having people around when I’m home” he replied casually.
Why so alone? What is the deal?
“It seems you like being alone. You don’t even have an assistant at the office either.” I teased.
“I don’t like being alone, it just works better that way. And why look for an assistant when I have a secretary- Juliet is a very efficient lady.” He added clarifying my doubt.
“But Juliet isn’t an assistant, so she doesn’t know you closely…”
“You can know me closely. At the office, only you have the privilege to know me closely.” he teased back looking straight into my eyes with a smile.
I averted my eyes feeling completely lost for words. He won, so I kept my mouth shut.
“I think I should go lay down now. I took some pain reliever that makes me feel drowsy, so wake me up when you’re about to leave.” He stated casually before he headed to his room.
That went well, I thought as I yawned again. So I got comfortable on the couch and dozed off.
I’ve never fallen asleep on a couch before, but unlike the reports I’ve heard about it, I had the best sleep in a while.
Maybe everything about my current surrounding felt relaxing, so my heart, mind and body just decided that my boss’s living room was the perfect place to surrender and lose all guard- which was just weird.
I woke up way past noon and discovered a blanket on my body and a fluffy pillow under my head.
I didn’t know how to feel- grateful or guilty, maybe both. I should be the one taking care of him and not the other way around.
I got up and checked the time. I suddenly felt alarmed at how long I had slept in.
“Good, you’re up. Want to have lunch?” He asked cheerfully over at the dinning table.
“Not to be impolite, but I have to get to the office right this moment. I apologize for sleeping in and not taking proper care of you today, it wasn’t my intention.” I recited in a haste.
“That’s… ok”
“I’ll come by after work so…”
“that won’t be necessary. Just go straight home after work and have enough rest for tomorrow” he quickly countered.
“Really?” I asked surprised and he nodded.
So, he is a caring man. And for some reason this realization that was supposed to make me feel happy and at ease, actually scared me a bit.
What exactly am I expecting? I have less than a year of this freedom left, so let’s not go around having strange expectations.
But somehow I still went to work smiling like a doll the rest of the day. It was like my entire face was deliberately ignoring orders from my brain to be normal.
The next day I arrived at the penthouse at exactly 7am. Too early?- I don’t care anymore, I just wanted to see him.
And even though it was busy day- and I had to be both his secretary and personal assistance, I was still happy.
The rest of the week was the same for me. The more I spent time with Mr Winfrey, the more I wanted to spend more time with him. And don’t get me started on the attraction between us- it’s pure chemistry.
I was extremely nervous the day he asked me to help him wash his hair. Because of his torn muscle, he’s unable to reach his head. He needed my help but couldn’t ask all these while because he felt I’ld be uncomfortable with the request.
So, I agreed to do it for him. That day I let my fantasies run wild as I couldn’t help but fantasized about everything pertaining to my boss.
When I was done, I dried his hair with a towel before blow drying it. I could stop myself from running my fingers through his hair and the smell from it made my heart race faster- I thought I was dreaming.
Or was it the time he sat down close very to me on the couch while I was finishing up some paperwork from the office?
Since I spent more time at his place than at the office, he asked me to bring home some of my work and his too.
We would often discuss matters pertaining of the company and other random things too- never something personal, but that day was different.
He walked out of the kitchen and sat very close to me with a book and a glass of juice in each hand- seriously engrossed in the book.
I had my work all over the center-table and moving elsewhere would mean I’ll have to move everything too, so I stayed.
I could feel the attraction between us for days now, but even though it’s hard to ignore, I tried to stay calm and acted more ignorant of that fact.