Chapter 65 Chapter 65
ALINA’S POV
He felt the exact same things that i felt.
Had the exact same thoughts that I…should be excited by this or scared bat shit crazy?
I could be excited…right? But that would be insane. Totally insane cause excited over what? Over what exactly??
This was my boss. My ex. EX. In case you’ve forgotten Alina, this was Roman the bastard we’re talking about. Him.
How the hell would you be excited, you’re scared of course! Scared bat shit crazy right now, and wondering what the hell just happened.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” The lady stood beside me, “You seem a little sweaty and-”
“And what?” I looked at her, “Sweaty and what?”
And instead of responding, “Nothing ma’am.” she shook her head, stepping back. “It’s nothing, how was the Eclipse frame? I take it you liked it?”
Liked it??
“From the activated straps, it seemed to be working just fine. Meaning the sensors are perfect, movement is solid and… do you have any pains, ma’am?”
She looked at me again, normal. Perfectly normal. Like she didn’t just walk in on us, on me looking like that on the frame, helped me get off and now I stood with a torn dress, slightly damned panties and overall flustered as I stood on the frame’s platform.
She was normal, so how couldn’t I be?
I was normal. Perfectly normal.
“There were no pains at all,” I answered her, calm. “I think I kind of enjoyed it for a moment, it took me by surprise. But overall, it wasn’t bad at all.”
She beamed at my words. “I’m glad to hear you say so. We’ll make adjustments for the rest of the pieces, have a few final tests with our team and ship immediately after that. Thank you very much for coming ma’am.”
“Thank you too.”
For letting me know never to get on that frame again. At least that’s what I’ll like to take from all of this that happened.
We immediately left the room after that. Heading over to the lobby where our movements began, a few more paperwork and then we left. Exit the building, but then he spoke.
“So…” he started, clearing his throat. “Over to the next supplier? 1 down, 2 more to go?”
I looked to him, taking in his somewhat calm and overall collected features as we waited for the car.
“Y-yes,” I answered, “1 down, 2 more to go, and then lunch. As you said earlier.”
“Lunch? Hmm,” he shook his head, agreeing but not meeting my eyes though. Not once. Even as I stared at him for more than a good minute, when the car showed up or when we walked up to it. He didn't meet my eyes.
Just continued straight forward. No words, no reaction, seemingly acting calm. So I copied his movements. Doing exactly as he did. Calm.
I was calm.
I could be calm.
By the time we both sat inside the car, at the backseat. (Like we’ve been doing all morning) I realized what a wrong choice I’d made. We locked gaze right then, having no choice since we were both at the backseat. Our eyes stared into each other, longer than we needed to, my mind already active, reminding me every bit that transpired in that room. The straps on my waist, my thighs, boobs, the pressure. The sweet good pressure that just seemed to get tighter and better the more his fingers touched my skin. My body jerking, heating up automatically, breath caught and heart pounding loudly in my chest!
Oh lord... Wrong move, wrong move, wrong move.
I quickly turned away from him then, facing my front. My heart pounding in my ears. Blood pumping in my veins. My thighs, but still I faced what was in front of me. Which was the driver’s seat and he did the same too. Faced the seat in front of him. The one that I’d be definitely occupying come next time we get into this fucking small car.
Didn't realise how small this car was until now.
But good thing the driver was fast. And like that we went. Reached the next supplier's building, got out, straightened out, talked with staff, checked out tools, but never. Never standing beside each other or around one another.
He kept his distance, and so did I.
A silent understanding between the both of us, and whenever we got close, having no choice like feeling out an equipment together, giving feedback to staff or stopping an equipment from crashing to the floor due to me knocking into it.
"Oh, t-thank yo-
"It's no problem."
That happened.
He brushed me off, and I stuttered. I kept stuttering whenever I had to say something and his eyes were on me.
But I didn't try out any equipment though. Didn't test out anything, completely deviated from doing so. If they couldn't test it out themselves, we just left the equipment alone.
I left the equipment alone.
Didn't want a repeat of anything, and worse in this current state of 'uncomfortability' that we were already in.
"Thank you very much for coming, sir. Ma'am."
"Thank you," I managed to smile at helpful staff that attended to us. "Thank you for having us. Can't wait to receive the shipment."
"Anymore enquiries, our staff will reach out." He added too. The staff beaming, a few more talks and then, we were out again.
Standing outside their building and waiting for the car. When it showed, we headed right to it. No small talk, no reactions, no glances, just silence.
Pure, raw silence.
Thick and uncomfortable. Highly awkward and totally not good for my health at all as all I could feel was creeping anxiety and my stomach twisting in tight knots.
I moved first when the car showed up. Walking right ahead of him, taking the front seat too and not the back like I'd been doing. His eyes on me the entire time, but he didn't say a word.
I felt better slightly away from him. The seat being my shield.
'Be calm.' I kept saying in my head, 'Just be calm. Normal. You're a normal, sensible person.'
What was the big deal anyways??
I took out my phone for distraction. Checked the window and saw he did the same too.
Great.
Then like that we went to our next location. Going over the same process again. Even the driver sensed something was off. Kept looking between him and me from the mirrors, but no words were said.
Not from the driver, him, and definitely not from me.
By the end of the day, lunch and everything, including my little roaming around/ touring/ trying to get away from him. The outside was finally dark.
I had no choice but to head to the room. Our room. Knowing fully well we wouldn't be able to ignore each other there. I wouldn't be able to ignore him, the things that happened today, and let's not forget this morning's bed incident too.
"Ughhhhhh," I groaned out at the mere thought. "This...this is not a life. Why is my life so hard? Hmm? Who made this life so hard? Why??"
I had to ask at this point. I really had to.
Anyways I headed for the room. Shutting the door behind me and getting welcomed by his thick body cologne. Musk.
"Just a day and he's already taken over the scents here." I muttered, leaving the door and walking properly inside. The devil himself already seated in the living room, focusing on his laptop or something. I didn't check. Didn't look at him long enough to linger, I just went straight for the bedroom, the shower.
Locking myself in there, my back instantly pressed to it. Taking deep breaths.
"Any spare moments alone is worth taking advantage of."
Meaning taking as much time as possible while in here. And I did. Too long even, and I knew that.
He didn't complain though when I stepped out. Just a glance, few moments, then he went in after me.
And then taking just as much time as I did. Maybe even more.
"Just what is he trying to do in there?" I muttered, staring at the door strange. It's been well over an hour and half. "Is he trying to avoid me too? He did feel the same thing back then."
I was sure of it. Saw it in his eyes.
He was aware of how my body had been reacting, the the problems I've been having. He called it 'distractions'. That's what led to us coming here, wasn't it?
He was aware of how my body was reacting to him, and now...now I was seeing he somehow had similar thoughts as me. He was somehow feeling the same things as me, it-this just made things complicated and purely ridiculous!
I mean was it even happening??
"No," I stopped myself, shaking my head. "No. You're just seeing things. Imagining things. You're being ridiculous Alina."
Utterly ridiculous.
How could you -
No.
"Just go to bed. Hurry up and sleep. Sleep before he comes back out." I quickly faced my side, pulling the sheets over me, killing the lights too.
"Just sleep." I muttered, "Sleep and tomorrow everything will be all over. Tomorrow you go home."
Back to work, back to concluding the damned project, getting paid and getting the hell away from this man!
Just sleep.
A few moments passed. Extra moments, and soon I started drifting. Successfully sleeping, the tiredness of the entire day weighing down on me, my mind.
But then I started feeling hot. Sweaty. Probably due to the sheets so high up on my neck. I pushed it off a bit then, taking it down a notch. But it was not enough.
I still felt hot.
Sweating now too. Making me want to adjust in my position, and I did. Turning over and facing the other side.
Once I did I finally relaxed. Feeling much better, air on my skin. Then my eyes peeled open just a bit. Just a little bit, and I saw it.
First a shadow. A blurry dark shadow. It's form wavy and then gradually taking the form of something familiar. A human form, a man.
I blinked a few times more, my mind awakening then , and I saw it. Saw them.
Eyes.
Sharp green eyes. Staring and staring deep right at me. Awake.
At first I panicked, then I paused, eyes fully open. Understanding. Processing.
I was on the bed, I was laying on the bed, looking at these eyes. They were on the bed too, laying there, staring back at me. He was laying on the bed.
He was the one staring at me.
Him.
When did he come in? When did he leave the shower? When did he lay on the bed, settling not far from me? How didn't I notice all these, and why??
But more than that, he was staring at me. I was staring at him. We were laying on the bed. Together. Heads on soft pillows, faces a few moves apart. One a little movement and we'll be close if we wanted to. Be able to feel each other's skin, each other's breaths if we wanted to and-
Something moved on the sheets. Under the sheets.
It wasn't me.
I didn't move.
But then I felt it. Something. Something at my feet. Something warm, smooth, big.
Then it rubbed against me. My ears instantly alert, brain processing quickly what it was.
Toes.
Someone else's toes. Someone else's toes were brushing against mine. Right now.
But there was only one person in bed with me.
Him.
So he was brushing his toes against mine.
Him.
HIM.
"Nope." I instantly blurted, eyes bright. Awake.
No. No. No.no. no.
No.
I pulled the she
ets right off then. Rising. Twisting. Turning over. Turning right back to how I was, my corner I'd been facing before now.
Then I laid back down. Sheets right up to my head this time. I could die of heat for all I cared.
Just no.
"Not today. Not tonight. Not ever."
Whatever it was.