Chapter 11 UNEXPECTED ABSENCE
The knocks became more insistent, and he got up without caring about the towel that no longer covered his hips. Completely ignoring it, he headed to the door.
“Mr. Morgan, the towel!” I called out, holding it up.
He opened the door without hesitation. Greg was standing there with a gym bag, handing it to the CEO. They whispered something to each other until the security guard glanced in my direction and nodded, walking away.
“I'm so embarrassed; what will he think of me?” I said, slumping to the edge of the sofa, sitting with my arms still raised, holding the towel.
“Who? Greg?” Patrik asked casually. “He's probably thinking he's lucky to have such a charming trainer as a teacher.”
“I'm serious, Mr. Morgan,” I glared at him. “Could you cover that up?”
I glanced at his erect member.
“Are you afraid you won't be able to control yourself, Mrs. Lis?” Patrik teased, stopping in front of me.
I covered my eyes with my hands, and he crouched down in front of me, removing them. With a daring smile, he grabbed the towel, standing naked in front of me, face-to-face with his extension.
I shyly looked away. Slowly, the CEO covered himself, wrapping the towel around his waist.
“What a dirty mind, Apprentice!” He joked, leaving the room and slamming the bedroom door.
“He's going to drive me crazy...” I sighed, speaking softly.
I grew concerned when the CEO didn't leave the room. Worried, I knocked on the door.
“Mr. Patrik, are you okay?” I whispered, not getting an immediate response.
When I knocked again, the door opened on its own; it was unlocked. I looked at the bed and saw him resting, curled up.
“You could have asked for a blanket...” I murmured, sighing.
I went to the closet, looking for the thickest blankets available, and gently covered him so as not to wake him. Patrik groaned, and, curious, I approached.
“Mr. Morgan, are you feeling well?” I raised my eyebrows, adjusting the blanket around him.
Surprised by his agility, he pulled me by the wrist, bringing me onto the bed.
“Harassing a guest, Mrs. Lis?” Patrik smiled.
“Me? No... how dare you say that?” I frowned, trying to get up. “I came to see if you were okay; it's a cold night, and the temperature will drop even more due to the storm. I brought blankets to keep you warm.”
“I have a better idea to keep warm...” The CEO teased, lifting the blanket and pulling me down.
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed in alarm, trying to get up. Patrik wrapped his arms around my body, holding me in place.
“I'm warming up… Goodnight, Mrs. Elisabeth!” Shrugging, Patrik closed his eyes.
“Stop this game, Mr. Morgan. I won't sleep with you...” I pushed his arms, making him grunt and press even closer to me.
“Shh, don't disturb a visitor. What would your grandmother say about your posture as a host?” Burying his face in my hair, Patrik inhaled the scent, making me shiver. “Unless you don't want to sleep...”
“Goodnight, Mr. Morgan!” I said quickly, keeping quiet in place, wary of his possible provocations.
“Good, apprentice...”He whispered.
I gave in to exhaustion and fell asleep. In the distance, I heard my phone ringing, jumping out of bed, and remembering the previous night... I didn't know if I had dreamed, but I felt caresses on my face, tracing my features!
I looked to the side, but the CEO wasn't there. Furthermore, I tiptoed, sticking my head out in search of any sign of him, who seemed to be absent.
“Mr. Morgan left early and asked not to wake you up,” Greg said from the door, making me jump in fright. “Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!”
I put my hand on my chest, trying to calm down, feeling embarrassed for his security guard to see me coming out of the guest room.
“Mr. Greg… Please don't misinterpret the situation.” I began, interrupting myself when the colleague squinted.
“There's nothing to be interpreted here, Mrs. Lis,” Greg replied politely. “It's not my job to deduce or interpret any situation involving Mr. Morgan's life!”
“Yes, of course... I just hope you don't have the wrong idea about me…” I sighed, heading to the kitchen and noticing that the coffee maker was full and that toast with jam was ready, accompanied by a note.
“You're a grown woman; I have no idea about your person, Mrs. Elisabeth,” the security guard replied. “Mr. Morgan left breakfast ready and made me stay to ensure you would eat properly before going to the company!”
I furrowed my brow, picking up the note that read:
“You toss and turn a lot in your sleep. Tonight, we'll rehearse at my place. See you soon.”
“What? At his house?” I rubbed my eyes. “This is going too far. Who does he think he is?”
I clenched my fists, irritated, crumpling the note. I turned away to leave and get ready.
“Mrs. Elisabeth, breakfast, please,” Greg reinforced.
I stared at him, annoyed.
“With all due respect, Mr. Greg, I'll get ready not to be late for work. We have an extremely important meeting with Forbs New Times industry,” I took a deep breath. “And Mr. Morgan doesn't boss me around!”
I slammed the bedroom door shut, punching it afterward. Annoyed, I grabbed the pillow, put it on my face, and muffled the scream stuck in my throat. I stopped in front of the mirror, starting the preparations for changing clothes and reviewing the essential information for the meeting.
My mind constantly betrayed me, taking me back to moments of his caresses...
“Damn it, Elisabeth, take control of your mind. Don't fall into these CEO's games!” I reprimanded myself harshly.
I finished preparing, grabbing the folders, documents, and notebook, and checking the presentation. I left the room, seeing the security guard on the phone, hanging up as soon as he noticed me, blocking the apartment's exit.
“Mr. Greg, I need you to excuse me to pass.” I was looking for the apartment keys until I looked up at the security guard, who didn't move. “Greg?”