Chương 8: CHAPTER SEVEN
EMILIAN'S POV
Alas, I survived the not-so-complete weekend, my desires that were a thorn in my flesh searing through my skin. With Monday, comes the energy and vibe to work and sniff his cologne at intervals, annoy him some more, and secretly watch him eat.
With Monday, comes the slot to be his naughty and grumpy and horny baker. A promise of craziness stare at me I can't wait to go head in first.
As usual, he visits, this time alone. And surprisingly, he doesn't boss me around, instead, he tries to be this sweet-ass boss. And strangely, I don't want this version of him. I met him hard, dreamt of the hard him, and metaphorically, I want him hard... Hard and wild.
Having Mr. Stranger go soft on me is not so bad, but not the best. At least for me.
All the while I stare at him and lust, his eyes are on me, trying to make out the image I think of him, what I feel, and why I gawk at him so badly. When I realize how intensely he's been studying me, I shy away.
Skies! How long did I sell my helplessness to him?
He stands up to leave and waves a bye. "I will be back... Miss Emilian." and a smile, an actual smile.
I freeze and watch the tall glass of dripping choco walk away, nothing like the failed mashed brownie I did the day before.
He turns and giggles, riding in my confusion. And I manage to look away, getting my hands to do anything at all, and investing this lust course to a better use.
The rest of the day is hectic, while I served I try to spot him and he didn't show up until a few minutes before 6:00 pm. When he did show up, he rests on his Lexus car, providing me the right angle to access him further. He appears to be in his late thirties, annoyingly cute, and adorned with great abs.
His eyes are on me yet again, and I can tell he has surprises rolled up in his sleeves.
Hastily, I pack up and subtly dismissed a few of my clients just so I can be in his space.
"Hey, Miss Emilian." His rich baritone reverberates in my ears.
I force a smile, not wanting to indulge him.
"I'm glad I'm worth the stare every now and then." He mocks.
"Not you also being delusional." I struggle with composure.
He leans forward and fully on his feet. Tilting down to close the gap between us, his huge frame towering over mine, he smiles again. Squeezing my heart for the second time in just one day.
I hold my breath and when I do breathe, it's a lazy strained sniff of air just to keep alive. Just being an inch from him feels like the death penalty, my lungs are screaming for rescue, there's so little I can take and I hope he does write me a requiem to guard my lusty soul.
"Delusional, huh? I bet the last client wasn't expecting to get kicked out." His fresh breath of peppermint kisses my nostrils.
"He was late, don't assume wrongly." I swallow hard, not good at white lies.
"Right, I thought so too." Wittiness lacing his tone.
I force a smile in agreement.
"I'm Officer Draven, you can call me Draven." He stands properly, breaking the bridge.
I heave a sigh of relief, releasing the pent-up air in my lungs and gaining sanity for a moment.
"Right, Draven. We're closed for the day."
"I can tell. I... I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I wish we can use the other."
I give a slight grin to his wittiness. "I'll pass."
"Please." He pauses to hold my attention. "Let me drop you off..."
"Thanks, but no thanks." I stroll away in gentle strides to safety.
"I insist...please." He adds, before grabbing my arm.
When his coarse hand brushes against my bare skin, I feel the heat it emanated, the emotions it aroused, bringing to day how stupidly starved I'm of this stranger's touch.
Not arguing further for an obviously lost battle, I let him drive me home.
The silence is both awkward and tortuous, leaving me in a cocoon of arousal. "I suppose you're new here." I break the silence.
"Yes, I got transferred last month. My office is at New Haven, the station just by the stadium."
"That's a distance." I turn to look at him, surprised. "You come all the way to Coal..."
"Now you know." He fights the grin that's etching on the corner of his lips. "You're that good..."
"And you can't help it." I brag.
"You don't have to rub it in."
We go silent and the calm music in the background is eminent. The rest of the journey is quiet as could be.
"Thanks for the ride."
"My pleasure, our heads are still on our necks... It's a good start.
I chuckle. "Surprisingly." Exhausted, I pull on my apron, struggling to snap it off my frame.
He comes closer, leaving the gap between us by just an inch. His cool breath now wrecking the most damage. "Let me help you with that."
"No, it's not a bother." I hurriedly dismiss his offer, not wanting him any inch closer.
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