Chances

Chapter 6 - I Live at His House

We spent the rest of the night watching Disney movies. He was still wearing his work clothing when I had gone to bed. He practically forced me to sleep in the bed. It was weird. Just to be nice, I set up his bed while he had gone off to God knows where. I smoothed out the sheets on the comfortable couch downstairs, and turned to go back upstairs when I saw the door at the end of the hall open. It was only open a crack, but there was a bright light illuminating from it.

Curiously, I padded over, making sure to keep my footsteps light.

"No," I heard Mr. Dominique's hard voice tell to someone. "If I'm going to prison, which I won't, then it'll be because of something I really did!" He exclaimed. My brows furrowed.

"I like to take pride in my actions, Nikki." My breathing hitched. He was talking to a girl? Was this his girlfriend? I never noticed a ring on his finger. Something in my chest ached, and I couldn't decide whether it was good or bad.

"I'll see you at the office tomorrow." He told her, in a softer tone. A heard a soft clink, and decided it was my cue to leave. As I turned to leave, he spoke.

"It's not polite to eavesdrop, Zoe." He said, through the door. I froze. My foot was in the air, just as it was about to drop, I bit my lip. Great, I was caught. Hesitating, I gently pushed the door open. It creaked and groaned a bit before it was fully open. A fully marble desk sat peacefully in the middle of a wooden room just like the one upstairs. He was writing something on one of the piles of papers on his desk. His soft brown hair was bending over while his neck was craned downward. He was growing stubble on his chin, creating a deep five o' clock shadow. He glanced up. The lamp-light standing beside his desk was illuminating a shadow across his face.

"I set up your bed on the couch." I told him. Even my voice sounded weak.

"Is that so?" He drawled, looking back down. His blue silver pen glided neatly across the papers, smoothly. It was the extreme opposite to how I write; jerky and messily.

"Uh, yeah. So... goodnight." I said, spinning on my heel and preparing to sprint out.

"Why do you expect me to sleep on the couch?" I turned back around, after glancing longingly at the open wooden door which was only a few steps away.

"Oh- uh, I don't know..." His full attention was on me, making me squirm. His raven eyes were only staring into mine, but it felt like he was staring at every inch of my body. My hand came up and ran itself nervously through my hair, while I laughed awkwardly. My movements became stiff and nervous. "I just thought that since I was sleeping in the bed then you would be on the couch. But if you changed your mind than it's completely okay with me-" He opened his mouth to speak, cutting me off mid-sentence.

"Why can't we both sleep on the bed?" I may have just fainted. I had never slept with anyone in my bed before, unless you count my brothers or Matilda.

"I- I- uh, W-well, I d-don't think that'll b-be appropriate," I stuttered, with wide eyes. His eyes bore into mine.

"Really?" It bothered me that he was so casual about a subject that made me squirm and squeal.

"Y-yes," I stood straighter. "Yes." I spoke, with new-found confidence. "Unless you want to sleep with me." I raised a challenging brow. A small smile graced his lips.

"Do you want me to sleep with you?" I kept my challenging mask as I sauntered up to his desk, and leaned my hands on the cool material. His neck craned just a bit so we were at eye level.

"That depends on how much we'll actually spend sleeping." I whispered. His shocked face satisfied me to the core. With that said, I turned on my heel, and made sure to sway my hips as I walked.