I woke up to Elton John singing Sacrifice. I laid there listening before opening my eyes. What a beautiful song. Unfortunately, it couldn't cure how crappy I felt. Wait, how and when did I get in bed? I rolled onto my side and gasped. Joel sat there, fast asleep on a stool across from me. Ok, that explains a lot but how—why are you here? I mean, I'm grateful you carried me to bed but...I wasn't ready to face you yet. His back was arched against the wall. The way his neck was angled will make his neck stiff when he wakes up. It felt like ages since I've seen him. He looked cute with his mouth slightly parted and his messy hair fell over his eyes. He was wearing a black vest, dark trousers, and his navy blue socks covered feet were propped up on the edge of the bed.
I nodded. "A little bit." I replied hoarsely. Great, I'm losing my voice. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and placed his hand on my forehead. My mouth formed a small o when I saw his abs contracting beneath his vest. I bit my lip and he freed my lip with his thumb.
I looked at him. "Don't bite your lip." He whispered. I can't help it. You're a very attractive man. "Your fever is breaking." He said. He dropped his hand to his lap and he licked his lips. He sat there looking like a five-course meal, all sleepy-eyed and messy-haired. I let my eyes roamed his body for a moment. From his neck to his broad shoulders. Those biceps...oh...Lord. Calm down, Aubrey.
"Good to know...what are you doing here?" I asked.
He licked his lips again. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and turned to face me. He was watching me like a hawk. "I came to see if....you were sick or—"
"Trying to avoid you?" I finished his sentence for him. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He nodded. Damn, he didn't believe me. Smart man.
"Yeah....but obviously you are sick so—"
"Yeah...but I was. I was trying to avoid you—and I got sick in the process." I confessed. It didn't make sense for me to lie to him...not when I'm a terrible liar. He stared at me, emotionless. I bit my lip. His facade broke and he showed how he really felt. He looked hurt. Oh, Joel...I'm sorry I made things so weird between us. I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm so sorry.
He cocked his head. "I see." He whispered. He turned away from me and leaned over his knees. He interlocked his fingers and clenched them. I felt terrible, maybe I should have lied but that'll probably hurt him more.
I slid out of bed and jogged to the bathroom to pee. I sat on the toilet feeling like a bitch for everything I've done to him. If I could turn back time....I'd do it again. I groaned. I literally would, I'd give anything to be kissed like that again. I like the way he took control. I felt so safe in his arms. Urg! I'm such an evil person. I got up to wash my hands and brush my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was messy and I looked like a zombie. I shook my head. When I went back to my room, he was in the same spot I left him in. I looked at my watch and bit my lip. It's almost midnight.
"Would you like to take a shower?" I questioned, surprising myself. But it's the least I could do. After all the stress I've put him through...he deserves this one good thing I could provide. He could even sleep over if he wanted to. On my couch...but then again he's my guest and I can't let him sleep on the couch. So, I guess he'd have to sleep with....me.
"Thank you but I should get going." He said and got up. "You obviously need your space." For a moment I forgot how tall he was. He made my room look tiny. Thanks but I don't need any more space. I can't be a coward, I did you dirty and I have to face you. He walked towards the door. I ran in front of him to block his path. He stared at me long and hard, frowning. "Aubrey." He said warningly. Shit. I've never heard him say my name before beside that one time, it's usually Hun or my last name. Was he angry about my confession? Of course, he is, he's the king of petty.
"Yes?" I answered innocently and batted my lashes. I coughed behind my hand then resume my innocent demeanor. "It's late and there's no way I'm letting you drive this time of night." I stated. I can see a smirk forming ever so slightly against his lips. He held me by my shoulders and pinned me against the wall. I gasped. He leaned in close enough for a kiss. My heart fluttered. Yes! Kiss me! I mean no! Don't do that.
"Is that an invitation to stay, hun?" He asked in my ear. I shivered. I looked up at him, shrugging sheepishly.
"Think what you want...it's just that it can be dangerous—"
His low chuckle made me trail off. "I'm teasing." He said, cocking his head. "A shower sounds nice. Thank you." He said with a smile. He bit his lip as he walked toward the bathroom door. When he got to the door, he looked at me and pulled his vest over his head. He threw it over his right shoulder before opening the door and walking inside. He left the door wide open. I think—no—I know that was an invitation to join him. I kinda wanted to but I couldn't move. That fucking look made my legs weak.
He walked out of the shower 15 minutes later in the white towel I kept on the rack. His wet hair clung to his face in waves. Water was beading down his chest and arms. I bit my lip as I handed him a pair of boxers that I hadn't worn yet. He looked at me then at the boxers. He raised a brow at me. "I hope you're not giving me your boyfriend's boxers." He said harshly. His brows furrowed. I rolled my eyes.
"It's mine...and I don't have a boyfriend," his face relaxed and he took it, "don't worry, it's new." I said and climbed into bed. When I sat down I found him staring at me.
"Thank you." He said. My eyes widened when he began putting it on. He pulled it up beneath the towel then fixed himself before removing the toilet. He walked back into the bathroom and came out with his clothes neatly folded in his hand. He made a face as he tried to stretch the waistband of the boxers.
"Too tight?" I asked. He looked at me.
"A bit yeah....is it a small?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yeah...mediums fit me better but the waistband was always loose on me so I buy small ones and stretch them out over time." I stated. "I can look for something else if you want." I told him.
"I'll just sleep without." He said in a low voice. And I oop? Without? Damn it. Yeah, you can't sleep beside me naked...things will. Dirty things.
"Take the bed...I'll sleep on the couch," I said and got up with a pillow in hand. I was about to head to the living room when he stopped me.
"No...hun, you're sick. You shouldn't be uncomfortable on my account." He said taking the pillow from me.
"But you're my guest and I can't have you sleeping uncomfortably in my home," I said taking it back from him.
"I'll be fine." He said, taking it back. I was about to take it back from him but he lifted it over his head, smirking. I looked at him, frowning.
"Give it to me," I said and went on my tiptoes to try to pull his hand down. I failed of course. "Give it." I whined.
He chuckled. "You're sleeping in your bed and that's final." He ordered. I frowned at him.
"You can't order me around in my own home," I said.
"I just did. Now, go get some rest." He said.
"No," I said and folded my arms. He rolled his eyes. He threw the pillow on the bed and threw me over his shoulder. I gasped. That's not fair. He laid me on the bed and hovered over me, smiling. I narrowed my eyes at him as he pulled the covers to my chin.
"Goodnight hun." He said taking a pillow and walking towards the door. He turned off the light before closing the door behind him. I laid there in shock. I can't believe you! You brazen asshole! I was trying to be a good hostess and you wouldn't even let me do that? Urg! Five minutes later, the door opened and the lights came on. I sat up. "That couch is uncomfortable." He said rolling his shoulders.
"I told you to take the bed," I said.
He rolled his eyes. I smirked. "I'll sleep on the floor." He said. "Where do you keep our comforters?" I got out of bed and went to my closet. I got two comforters and a red blanket and gave them to him. "Do you mind if I sleep in here? I want to be able to check on you—"
"I have no problem with that," I told him. I sat in bed and watched him make a bed for himself. I gave him an extra pillow before I got under the covers. He turned off the lights.
I rolled onto my side and let my hand hang off the bed. My fingers brushed his lips. "Sorry." I apologised.
"It's ok." He said before yawning softly. "Goodnight."
"Night."
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The next morning I felt a bit better but my muscles were aching. That alone kept me in bed and as I laid there suffering I began reflecting. As tempting as it is—I can't give in to my desires. I'm not ready for anything romantic or sexual and he's my boss for crying out loud. If we were to start dating and it ends in disaster it'll be awkward and we might grow to hate each other. I'm not willing to risk that.I sat up when I heard a light tap on the door. He stood at the door with his hands in his pockets. He was dressed in a royal blue suit and a silver tie with small, blue diamonds. He looked hot as usual and I probably look like fucking Chucky.
"Hey." I said. My heart skipped a beat when a small smile began to grow on his lips for a split second and he slowly shook his head. He cleared his throat.
"Hey." He finally said. We stared at each other in silence until he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt my forehead. "You have a fever again." He said sadly and dropped his hand. I held my breath when he suddenly cupped my cheek and leaned in. The conversation I had with myself disappeared into oblivion and I was ok with that. I wanted this man. I wanted him to kiss be like I meant more to him than me being his employee. We were inches away when he pulled away and dropped his hand, sighing. A wave of disappointment washed over me but I didn't dare let it show on my face. How could you get my hopes up like that—oh....so this is how it feels? Damn, I'm evil.
"Feel free to stay home until your fever goes away." He said, softly.
"Ok, thank you," I told him. He nodded and got up warily. He was about to leave when he stopped and looked over his broad shoulder.
"I'll check on you on my way home. Get some rest, Hun." He said before ducking under the doorframe and leaving. I sighed and hugged my knees to my chest. I laid down and rolled onto my side. I picked up one of his pillows which laid on a neatly folded pile of comforters on the floor and hugged it. It smells of him and my body wash. I buried my face into it and I soon fell asleep.
I jumped out of my sleep when I felt something cold on my forehead. My head is pounding. I whined. "Shh." He whispered as he gently stroked my tangled hair. MI looked up at him, he was staring at his MacBook, which was propped up on two pillows. He closed his laptop when I sat up. I took the cold rag off my forehead and laid it on my lap.
I yawned. "You're here." I said with a small smile. His eyes shifted from my eyes to my lips.
He smirked. "Yeah, I'm here." He said.
"I thought you were just going to check on me," I recalled. He sat up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
"I did but your fever rose again. So...I got some clothes and came straight over." He informed. My heart smiled. That's sweet of you. He stared at me with tired eyes. There are bags under them. I looked at my watch, it's 1:30 in the morning.
"What are you doing up this early?" I asked, sitting on my heel. He raked his hand through his hair. Now, that I'm up close and personal I could see a bit of blonde new growth. Does he dye his hair? I cocked my head to get a better look.
"Research but I'm done now." He said and put his laptop on the nightstand. He pulled his vest over his head. Oh wow. He got out of bed and laid on the comforters on the floor. "Good night." He said and turned off the lamp over his head. You didn't have to sleep down there. I crawled out of bed and laid beside him with my back to him. "What are you doing?" He asked, turning the lamp back on. I looked over my shoulder at him. He looked confused.
"I'm cold," I replied rubbing my legs together. As I rubbed them together my shirt began to ride up revealing my underwear. Oops. I heard him suck in a breath then he turned off the light. He threw a blanket over us. I bit my lip when he pulled me closer with a gentle pull on my waist. He wrapped his arms around me and sighed. I needed this. He's so warm. He pressed himself against me. My heart jumped and I began feeling a dull ache between my legs. I shivered when he nuzzled my neck. I chewed on my lip. Slowly, I wiggled my ass against him. He didn't react and judging by his slow, shallow breaths he had already fallen asleep. I sighed then closed my eyes. Such an evil girl.
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