The Assignment

Chapter 4: Assigned

Emmaline's POV

Was this for real? Or was I just senile?
We stood in the hallway of an unfamiliar beach house, him holding me close to his chest, bridal style. Although I know I had only known him maybe an hour, and everything about this screamed inappropriate, I didn't protest.

He stared softly into my eyes, his gaze making my insides feel warm and fuzzy. I beamed at him, and my thoughts began to go hazy. I kept thinking on how I had never felt this safe before... even with him.

Our chauffer had come in shyly, setting down our small bags by the foyer table. He had awkwardly tipped his hat, and then left, leaving me alone in the arms of a boy that I barely knew.
But there I felt safe, and I had no intention to move away.

Finally, Chris had no choice but to put me down, I knew that I was heavy, anyhow. He set me on my feet, not breaking eye contact with me. A smile creeping onto his lips, he grabbed our bags in one hand and my own in his other. "C'mon, let's go explore."

We walked around the halls for a bit, trying to find a bedroom to put our stuff in. When we found the master suite, he opened the door and stopped in his tracks. I soon found why.

There was one, absolutely HUGE bed in the center of the room. There were white sheets, white towels and a white duvet. The walls were painted a lovely shade of blue, and the floors were boarded with bamboo. At the back of the room, there were glass French doors leading out to the sand and the lazy waves.

It was a stunningly beautiful sight to see. The sun was beginning to set over the ocean, turning the water shimmering shades of orange and yellow. The white sand had a wide assortment of sea shells and smooth pebbles, and they casted long shadows over the ground.

Chris let go of my hand, walking over to the bed and bringing me back to reality. He sets our bags down hesitantly, afraid to even come into contact with the white satin sheets. Then, he backs away from the bed and comes back to stand beside me again.

"So... what do you want to do? We could go watch a movie, or stay here, or we could walk around some more if you'd like." Christopher says quickly, glancing up at me.

"Yeah, sure, a movie sounds great. We could walk around a little more and then grab some dinner and eat it while the movies playing." I said, nodding. "I'm thinking that the movies are in the living room and then there will be food in the kitchen."

"Well duh! I'm starving, come on already!" Chris laughed, taking my hand again.

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We found a box of freshly baked pizza on the counter. It seemed odd, because nobody had been here for the past thirty or so minutes except Chris and I. "Oh well, pizza is pizza and it is fresh." I said, searching through the cabinets until I found the plates.

I found some green ceramic plates in the second cabinet. I turned around again, and the pizza box was open. A slice of the pepperoni half was missing, and I knew exactly who had taken it. But he was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh well, more for me." I said loudly, trying to contain my laughter. Suddenly, Chris poked his head out from behind the counter and said, "BOO!"

I jumped about a foot in the air and screamed. "God, Chris, why did you do that?!" I screeched.

He smiled, taking a bite of his pizza. "Because." He said simply. You're too tense. You needed that, admit it!"
"I will not admit anything except this; I most certainly did not need that. I could've dropped those plates, and then I would have to go get glass removed from my foot at the hospital. Just go somewhere will you?"