Chapter Five
A few moments later, Sir Harry came into the kitchen to check on me. I was surprised when he hugged me in the back. I can feel his bulge touching my butt. I wonder if I'm daydreaming again, but I really want to feel his touch. He's just so handsome and attractive.
"So, what do you have for me, Georgia?" His whisper almost melted me like a strawberry ice cream put under the scorching sunlight.
"I… I..." I stuttered, my face turning red. "I don't know how to say this, but I've tried cooking, and I burnt them all."
Sir Harry laughed out loud like a little boy, like how my younger brother would laugh every time I told him funny jokes. He let go of me and said, "Don't worry, I just tested your skill in cooking, and I found out that you don't have that skill, I'm looking for, so I'm here to teach you. Don't worry, I'm not mad."
"Thanks for your patience, si—I mean, babe," I smiled. "So, what do you want to teach me?"
"I want to teach you how to make me happy." He dipped his finger in the bowl of gravy on the counter, and put it in his mouth while looking at me flirtatiously.
"S—sir, what are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm just tasting this gravy, don't overthink it," he replied, though that's clearly not the case, as he slowly raised his shirt, flexing the muscles on his abdomen. He looked at me intensely, as if asking if I want to touch him.
My face turned red watching him. My body's getting warm. I don't understand why. I've never felt this attracted to a man before. "I... I thought you wanted to teach me how to cook?" I asked.
"Actually, I don't know how to cook either, so let's just eat outside." He suddenly held my hand and dragged me out of the kitchen.
"Sir, wait," I accidentally called him "sir" again. "I'm sorry, but I'm still wearing the apron."
Sir Harry stopped and said, "Turn around."
"Huh? Why?" I asked, confused.
"Just turn around," he said.
"Okay." I slowly turn around, wondering what he's going to do with me. I remember this position. Those men like this. Don't tell me... I tried my best to stop my ugly thoughts from racing.
Sir Harry touched my shoulder. I can feel his breath on my neck. His hand slowly went down. "Here. Bring this apron back inside," he said.
I swallowed hard. My face turned red from embarrassment. What am I thinking? Sir Harry isn't the same with those men I met in the brothel. If he has such interest in me, he already did it. My work here isn't to serve him but to act as his girlfriend. Why am I being so desperate? Is it because he's handsome and rich, or is it because I'm not used to this? I haven't met a man like him before. He's not just charming but also kind.
"What are you staring at?" Sir Harry asked. "Here's your apron. Put it back."
"Uh, um." I took the apron from him and accidentally touched his hand again. I look at his eyes, and time seems to slow down. I tried my best to be present. I took the apron in his hand and went back inside the kitchen.
"That was close." My heart is pounding in my chest as I lean on the door. This isn't right anymore. Sir Harry is my boss. I can't fall in love with him. We're on a very different level, like the sun and the moon, two worlds apart. He's rich, and I'm poor. He has everything he needs, and I'm just a maid. I'm not suitable for him. Not only our status, but also our age.
"Come on, Georgia. I'm starving," he said.
"I'm coming..." I immediately hung the apron on the peg and went outside. I saw Harry going outside the gate, so I ran to catch up.
"Hop in," he said from the window of his car.
I got inside his car, and he drove to the nearest restaurant. This is the first time I eat outside with a man. I wanted to treat my brother once I got my first paycheck. I hope he's doing fine in the hospital.
"What do you want to eat?" Sir Harry asked.
"Anything, sir," I replied shyly.
"Don't say anything. You might not like what I will feed you," he said, as if meaning something else. "Here, check this menu." He handed me the menu.
I read what's written on it, and I haven't recognized any of these fancy food. "I don't really know any of these foods," I said.
"That's pathetic. Alright then, I'll order for you. Do you have any allergies to certain foods?" he asked.
"Nothing, sir," I replied.
"Okay, then," Sir Harry says, already waving over the waiter. "Bring us the finest foie gras with truffles and a side of lobster bisque," he said.
I force myself to smile, though I'm afraid or nervous that I can't eat what Sir Harry ordered. I'm not sure about having an allergy to certain foods or not. I stay silent, listening to the gossip of other customers. The golden, swinging lights calm me down, adding to the coziness of the surroundings.
A few moments later, the waiter came with the tray of food Sir Harry ordered. He put them on the table, opened the lid, and the delicious smell drifted to my nostrils. I swallowed hard just by looking at it; it makes me hungry already.
"Enjoy," the waiter said before going back.
Sir Harry gave me the fork and spoon. "Bon appétit," he said.
I stare at the food. I don't know what it is, but I'm willing to try, so I scoop a spoonful and taste it. I feel like I'm in heaven. It's so delicious. This is the most delicious food I've ever tasted.
"What kind of food is this, babe?" I asked.
"It's a goose foie gras with black truffles and a blend of seasonings like Armagnac, salt, pepper, sugar, or other spices," he replied. "Don't ask more questions. Just eat it so that we can go home. There's something I have to show you."
"Um." I ate all my food.
I was surprised when Sir Harry touched my cheeks. I blush, thinking he would kiss me, but he said, "There's something on your face," and he wiped it with the napkin. He suddenly stood up. "Stay here. I'll pay for the food."
I waited for Sir Harry. He came back and said, "Let's get to the car and go home. Do you need anything else? Something you want to buy along the way?"
"Nothing, sir," I replied. Though the truth is I want to buy something, like new clothes, but I don't want to bother him because he seems to be in a hurry.
"Alright, let's go home," he said.
I followed him to the car. Along the way, my neck and back are itching like some insects had bitten me.
"You okay?" Sir Harry asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, though my whole body is so itchy. I want to take off my clothes, find the insect, and kill it, but I'm afraid Sir Harry will be mad.