Isabella
“Thank you for such a lovely time,” I told him truthfully as we walked out of the cafe. I did have a good time.
“Off to work, right?” He looked at me, while we waited for my cab to arrive.
“Yes,” I sighed.
“Well I’d love to do this again with you,” He proposed nervously, and it made me happy that he was nervously asking me out. Not exactly but it felt the same.
“Sure. Let’s hang out sometime,” I told him, and immediately my ride arrived.
“Alright then, enjoy the rest of your day,” He smiled and opened the door, while I got into the cab, waving my hands at him.
A few minutes later, I arrived at the office. My face gleamed with smiles and joy as I headed toward the elevator. I felt good, I felt happy and it’s thanks to Micah I guess.
I walked to my office, placed my bag on my desk, and released a deep breath as I got my focus back on work.
*
It was 8 pm already and by the way I yawned, I was tired. I managed to work on a few files and send them off for signing. I looked over my shoulders and stared at the glass showing into his office. He was still in there, and it was pretty late. I for one was tired and ready to leave, but I wondered if he was, or did he planned on staying longer.
I packed my things and was about to head home and call a cab when I decided to let him know I was going home. I grabbed my bag and walked to his door, giving it a light knock on the door.
“Come in,” He said from his office. I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door popping my head, before slowly walking into his office.
“I just wanted to let you know that I’m going home,” I said, even though his eyes were fixed on his screen, and didn’t get a response from him.
“Sir?” I called out, wanting to know if he heard me, but he only waved his hands dismissing me.
“Great, so much for trying to be friends,” I whispered lowly, hoping he would hear even though that would be impossible. I turned around to leave when his voice stopped me on my track.
“Give me five minutes,” He said. I turned around abruptly surprised but also glad that he said something.
“I’ll be outside,” I told him, and stretched my hands to grab the knob but he stopped me again.
“Just sit,” He pointed at the couch in his office, and I walked to it, and sat down.
I watched him pack his stuff into his briefcase while I waited patiently. I yawned a little and adjusted myself when my feet felt sore.
I groaned lightly at the pain I felt on my feet, I bent towards my leg and started to unbuckle my heels.
“Are you okay?” I heard his voice from where he stood.
“Yes, my feet hurt a little,” I said in distress when I felt his rush to me and his height tower over me. He looked down at my legs, while I lifted my chin to stare at him, confused and surprised to say the most.
I watched him slowly bend before me, with one knee on the floor, the other raised supporting his weight while he looked at me briefly with worries in his eyes.
“What are you doing?” I found myself asking, my hands reaching out to stop him from doing whatever it was he wanted to do.
I felt his bare hands touch my feet, he touched the buckle and hook of the shoes on my right leg and carefully started to undo it. Leaving me awestruck at that. He did the first one, and released my left leg from my lap, letting it sit gently on the floor, while his other hands moved to my left leg and did the same thing to it.
He examined my feet, in such a manner that made it feel like it was naked in front of it. I felt his cold hands again, wrapped around my leg, his thumb massaging my feet, rubbing it gently as he did for my right time my left feet.
It felt great, it felt amazing. It was as if his touch had magically washed away all the pain I felt, and my body slowly started to relax under his touch.
“Feels better?” He asked and looked at me briefly wanting to get a response, and I nervously nodded my head. He rubbed around my feet again, gentler, hitting the right spot and I released a deep breath enjoying it more than I was supposed to.
“Hmmm,” I said involuntarily, my eyes shut now, as my body welcomed every of his touch.
“The hell?” I thought to myself, realizing I was enjoying this way so much more than I was supposed to. I reminded myself that I didn’t need to be close to him and immediately withdrew my legs from his hands.
“I feel better now,” I said and bent grabbing my shoes to wear them back when he took them away.
“I’ll get you something comfortable,” he said to me, standing on his feet. He walked to a drawer and pulled out a comfortable slippers bringing it towards me.
“Wear this,” He said and dropped them carefully arranged in front of me. I looked at him quizzically for a while but adjusted myself and put on the skippers.
“Thank you,” I said to him, but there was no response.
“Let’s go,” He grabbed his briefcase while holding my heels in the same hands too.
“You can give me that,” I tried to grab it from him but he pulled his hands away and walked to the door opening them for me.
“Let’s go home,” He said rather, leaving me confused. But I walked out the door while he followed behind still holding my heel for me.