Chapter 9
Valencia
1 hastily got out of the car and ran towards the apartment, fumbling with my keys. And the moment I stepped in, I saw him standing right by the door.
I resisted the urge to slip right into his arms, but the bright smile on my face didn’t fade away.
He gave me a wide smile and said, “Welcome home”
Again. Two simple words.
But the way he said it made me feel nice for some reason.
As if it was not just an apartment with stone cold walls and furniture. As if it was not just mine….but ours.
That was a silly thought.
I shook my head and placed my purse on the side table as I looked around. The things I had purposely thrown around earlier this morning were back in their place. The sink was empty too.
I turned to look at him.
“You don’t really have to do the chores”
He simply shrugged.
“Better to do something with my time while I waited for you”
My heart fluttered again a little.
“The thing that you did yesterday with your hands, could you please do it again?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“The laundry?”
“The massage,” I said, already growing nervous with anticipation.
He nodded and indicated to me to head straight towards the bed.
“Please,” He said, but I could still feel the tacky air of the basement surrounding me. I didn’t want to sleep in clothes like yesterday.
So, I said instead. “Could you give me a minute? I will change into something comfortable.”
He nodded and stepped out of the room, turning his head away.
“I will be in the living room until then”
I had not even asked him to step outside, just to wait a second. This man was too chivalrous to be a call boy.
my work
I opened my wardrobe expecting to drown in clothes as soon as the door opened and they tumbled out, but they were all folded and stacked neatly.
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grab. My shorts and a tank top.
It was a cute outfit, nothing too sexy or revealing. But I hesitated for a second.
And I hastily put it on when I heard his footsteps approaching the door.
“Oh sorry, I thought you were done…” He began as I closed the wardrobe door, hiding me from his view partially and smiled.
“I am ready”
And I saw the way his eyes took in the view. There was so much skin on display, even with the clothes not being too revealing.
I simply stood at the same spot, waiting for him to finish assessing me.
I don’t think anybody had ever seen me like this. Except Sophia maybe.
But she was a girl, so she didn’t count.
His eyes leisurely roamed over my body, and he exhaled softly, a puff of cloud appearing in front of his mouth when he muttered.
“That…is better than being covered in clothes.”
I kept looking at him, and he clarified.
“I mean it will allow me to massage you better”
Right. We were talking about just that.
I went to the bed and lay down on it just like last night.
“Should I begin?” He asked, crouching down on his legs.
“Yes please”
Just like yesterday, he began with my legs and the delicious touch of his bare skin on mine had me almost make a sound that was too close to a moan.
My touch starved body was more than happy when he traveled up, kneading my calves and slowly progressing up to massage my thigh.
“Did you eat anything today apart from the sandwiches?” He asked when a low rumble sounded through my stomach, too loud for me to pass it on as the sound of my bones popping.
“Not much”
I answered in a muffled voice as my face was buried in a pillow and my eyes shut to let myself wholly focus on his touch and how heavenly it felt.
My body responded easily to his gentle and soothing touches, and the pain disappeared in an instant.
“I should have thought of making something for you for dinner, but I guess I can still cook something fast.”
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No, don’t go anywhere, just keep massaging me. I wanted to say. We still had not discussed the kiss or his pay.
But another rumble echoed from my stomach and he had already stepped away from me and towards the kitchen.
Sighing, I got up and saw him pull out a few eggs from the kitchen and turn on the stove.
He rolled
up
his sleeves before starting to beat the eggs after cracking them and I saw the way he moved around in the place.
I was content watching him do everything with such practiced ease, I wondered if there was something he didn’t know.
His muscles rippled as he carefully applied butter on the bread and kept stirring the eggs on another pan.
“How was work today?” He asked, and he definitely saw me ogling at him. I hastily looked away and answered,
“The usual. My boss is mean and keeps thinking of ways to make my life miserable.”
“Hmm, she made you sort the files again today?” He asked, and I nodded as he swiftly cut an apple and offered me that to eat until dinner was ready.
“Pretty much. But I had help today so it wasn’t that boring,” I answered, picking a slice and putting it in my mouth.
“That is good then,” he said and swiftly transferred the scrambled eggs on a plate and the buttered bread on it.
“Sorry, that’s all there was in the kitchen. But I’ll restock it tomorrow.”
He said and began to turn away, but I grabbed his wrist and that made him look back at me again.
“I told you I don’t want you doing all the chores”
His reply was soft. “Why not?”
I frowned. “Because I had said that as a joke. I can do my chores.”
He didn’t push my hand away, but instead stepped closer and pushed the hair fluttering on my face behind my ear.
“Even your boss knew better than to make you work alone, so she joined you. I am still your intern, my lady. You can boss me around.”
He didn’t mean that, did he?
“She didn’t come downstairs herself, a guy from the office did.”
His eyes suddenly grew alert and interested.
“A guy from the office,” He repeated, and I nodded,
“Yeah, the poor guy was sneezing so bad, yet he stayed with me all day in the basement.”
“That was……nice of him,” He said and I felt him inch even closer to me.
My breath suddenly caught in my throat at our nearness.
“Yes. He also promised to help me tomorrow as well”
“Does he often offer help to you?” He asked, and I knit my brows.
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“No, in fact, today was the first time I spoke to him, I think.”
“That is good,” He murmured, and I blinked, realizing he had suddenly looked away from me.
“Are you jealous?” I asked and when he wouldn’t answer, I reached for his chin and turned his face to look at me.
“Your food is going cold, my lady,” He answered, but I kept staring at his face.
“You are expected to do everything I say as my intern, right? Answer me.” I said, and I felt his gaze heat up a little.
“I might be”
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