|Chapter 10|
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𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱
𝖤𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇
I open the bedroom door to see Emilian looking down at me but, he immediately covers his eyes and groans. "Can you put something on?"
I realize I'm still in my underwear and I internally scold myself for not noticing, "Oh um yeah, give me a second," I close the door. This is embarrassing.
I quickly grab an oversized hoodie and walk back over to the door to open it. "Why are you here?"
"Can we talk? Please? You said you wanted to talk earlier but, now I realize I need the talk more than you. So, can I come in?" he asks.
"Sure, but make it quick."
He walks over to my bed and sits on the edge looking up at me. I stand about a foot away from him and cross my arms.
"Can you come closer," he pleads and extends his arm for me to take.
I roll my eyes and take his hand for him to pull me closer. Then he speaks.
"I was upset about something you said but, now that I think about it, you were right. I'm very sorry Elara. I've pissed you off twice in one day and it was completely unintentional."
"That's it? Are you not going to tell me what I said to piss you off? ," I say crossing my arms again.
I watch as he stands up and looks into my eyes. Hesitantly, he says, "I like you."
I raise my eyebrows, "You say what now?"
"Elara, I like you. A lot. And when you said the only relationship we will ever have is boss and assistant is when truly reality hit me. I did not want to hear it, and I still don't." I stand their shock then he takes my hand.
"Can you say something?" he adds.
The words come out of my mouth faster than I can think, "I don't know what to say right now." But I do know. I want to say "I like you too, omg marry me," but, one of us has to see the truth. I'm his assistant and he's my freakin boss.
It wouldn't really work especially with how big his company is. Who wants to be known as the girl sleeping with her boss. And I know they will automatically assume I just want his money. That's what they always think.
I can't lie and say I don't care what they say because unfortunately, I do. I always overthink and allow people's opinions to control me. I hate it but, I don't know how to stop it. I'm internally freaking out right now.
I look at him and say, "Can we finish this tomorrow? I'm a bit exhausted at the moment," I give him a tight smile.
He strolls toward the door and before closing it he stops and says, "Please don't overthink it. Just rest and we'll talk about all of your concerns whenever you're ready. I can see you're worried and I'm hoping we communicate about what you're thinking."What the hell? How does he know? This man is literally reading me already.
I say a soft "ok" before locking the door behind him and drifting to sleep with him on my mind.
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Today is Saturday so, that means I only work half of the day. I sigh and get out of bed to take a shower and cook myself some breakfast because I am famished.
French toast sounds delicious right now but I would rather have those cheese eggs that Emilian made the other day. He's probably already gone off to work though.
I slip on a grey bandeau midaxi dress since it was easy to put on and very comfortable.
I carry my laptop downstairs with me so I can work as I eat. It's very quiet and peaceful this morning; I like it. I do some work on the balcony for about 4 hours before I decide to go back inside.
I am bored as hell. So you know what I do? Facetime Sara.
"Bestie, I'm bored."
"That sounds like a you problem," she replies.
"Wowwww. So you're not gonna keep me company?"
"Uh, yeah holon," I see her walk to the kitchen and prop her phone near the stove. "I gotta make sure my food isn't burning."
"Ooo what are you making?" I ask eagerly.
"Shrimp quesadillas. It's so unfortunate you can't have any," she tells me fake pouting.
"Girl if I wanted to, I would," I say with a playful attitude.
"Mmmm yeah, ok. How's your business trip going," she says with air quotes.
"Girl what do you mean. This is a business trip, not a vacation. Although, I wish I was relaxing in a resort away from my boss right about now."
"Why, what's wrong?"
I sigh, "Long story short: my boss likes me and I like him, but I'm not telling him because I want to keep a professional relationship. But that's where we have a problem because he refuses to accept just that," I explain.
"Oh. I did not expect that. Surprisingly I don't have any advice other than just talk to him and explain why and, maybe he will understand. Sounds like he knows something you don't," she wriggles her eyebrows.
"Ugh, I don't want to overthink right now so, I think I'm gonna distract myself by making dinner."
"Look at you trying to copy me. You're probably about to make shrimp quesadillas too," she teases.
"Girl bye, nobody wants to copy you."
She laughs and says, "Yeah right. I'm new to hang up to finish making my food without you distracting me. Love you, bye."
"Alright. Love you too, kisses," I say hanging up.
I'm not going to lie, she has me craving shrimp quesadillas so, I look up a recipe on my laptop to
make sure I have ingredients for it.
I put all the ingredients on the counter and begin to chop up the onions and sweet peppers.
As I'm cutting, I hear the front door open, and keys drop. Oh no. I'm not prepared to see him right now.
Not wanting to talk to him, I continue. Suddenly a hand is placed on my waist and I tense up. "Relax," he says. "It's just me." Weirdly enough, I loosen up.
"What is this that you're making," he questions.
"Shrimp Quesadillas," I respond, yet to look up at him.
"Sounds good. Just call me down when you're done, I'm going to take a shower." He sounds stressed from work but he also sounds satisfied. From what? I don't know.
The quesadillas don't take long to cook so now I'm dividing the food between us.
After doing that, I call his name and he doesn't answer. I guess I have to go to his room. I walk up the stairs to see his door slightly opened.
I slowly creep in to see the bathroom door opening. and I watch as he strolls out wearing a robe. I stand in place just gawking at this man's appearance. His defined abdominal muscles are on full display. This is not what I need right now.
The robe was tied loosely around his waist, meaning one wrong move and I would see everything.
"Are you done staring Miss Suave," he says with that deep voice that sends tingles through my body. I look up at his face to see him smirking and staring me down.
"Um yeah, sorry. It's just that the food is done. It's near the stove when you're ready to eat," I say quickly and turn around to walk out.
He speaks up, "You can stare a bit longer if you want. I don't mind." Is he trying to tease me? I need to leave. "You look beautiful by the way," he adds.
My face heats up and I say nothing as I walk downstairs to get my food and lock myself in my room.
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