Chances

Chapter 5 - Maybe the Devil Has A Heart

“Oh, uh, the bathroom is over here.” The second floor was completely opposite of the first floor. It was completely wooden. The wooden floors were honey colored, and the walls were matching. The bed had fluffy black comforters, and silk black sheets folded over. He walked ahead and towards the door on the right wall. He pushed it open and walked inside. There was white tile all over the walls and floors. A few of them had green painted flowers that were all exactly the same. The sink tops were hard cool granite, and the cabinets under the sink were painted white. My stomach tightened as he bent down, muscles flexing and un-flexing as he did so. I tore my eyes away from his lean and built body, and decided to rest my eyes on the clear shower. The fact that there was no lock on the door, and no curtain, made me uncomfortable. He stood back up, with a white fluffy towel in his hands.

“You can use this.” He spoke, lowly, handing me the white fabric. I sent him a grateful smile, and dropped my bag.

“I, uh, only have a dress that I was planning on wearing to the meeting, I hope that’s okay.” He nodded.

“I’ll clean your clothing after you shower.” I wetted my lips, biting the inside of my cheeks.

“Okay, thanks.” He let out a small laugh.

“Right, no problem.” The sound was rich and smooth, as he turned and sped out of the room. When I heard hit footsteps go downstairs was when I finally turned the water on, and stripped down.

I smelt exactly like he did. My hair smelt like his, my body smelt like his, and soon, my clothing would smell like his. I had worm the same undergarments that I had been wearing, and the dress. I had just gone out barefoot with damp hair. After straightening the dress, I walked out of the steamy bathroom. With my phone in my hand, I dropped my bag onto the floor.

“Oh, hi, I just got you some-” His mouth seemed to stop working as he stared at me. “Water.” He finished, with a husky voice. Shoot. This was going downhill. And fast.

“Thanks.” I said quickly, snatching the cup out of his hands.

“I have to go to the office, would you like to come?” He offered, his dark eyes scanning every inch of my body. I felt hot under his stare.

“Oh, uh, sure.” I mumbled, picking my bag back up. I stuffed my feet into the shoes by sitting on the bed. When I went to push myself up, he grabbed my hand, and helped me. I had reapplied my mascara and my blush after the shower, so I didn’t need to do anything else.

“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your shampoo.” I informed him, raking my hands through my quickly curling hair. It was getting frizzy really quick. Great. He shook his head.

“It’s fine. Let’s go.” He put his hand on the small of my back as he led us to the stairs. It made my face turn beet red. He must really find my blushing funny.

We slowly descended the stair, mostly with his help. It’s so hard to walk down stairs with heels. Wedges were easier though.

As my heels clicked against the hard wood floor, he headed for the door. I pocketed my phone, and took a sip of my water while placing it on the counter top.

He opened the door, and left it open for me to go through.

“Here, we’ll have to go through the back route. The reporters will be at the front doors.” I nodded in understanding as I passed him.

The ride to the building was spent in the upmost awkward silence. I had noticed that he hadn’t put his suit jacket back on, nor his tie. It was about four in the afternoon, whenever I saw him at around four in the afternoon he was dressed up to perfection. Weird. As we arrived, I realized that we had parked a few streets down, and we were walking to it. After taking sketchy alleyways, and purposely not bumping into any creeps, we finally arrived behind the building. It made me feel like a ninja. With really cute clothes and expensive shoes.