Hidden Desires

CHAPTER 21: MORE IN COMMON THAN WE THOUGHT

"Of course I knew who he was..... It was my uncle Michael", the blood drained from my face.

His uncle? Isn't he like in his 50s right now. Ewwwwww he must have had to be super attractive back then because I wouldn't hit that even out of spite. I tried to keep my face as neutral as possible watching the emotions swirl in his eyes as they watch me for any express of emotions or facial expressions. "You're really good at that", he says with a slight lift of the corner of his lips. "Good at what", I ask, curious to know what he meant. Good at lying? Good at pretending? Good at being fake? Good at being Lyla? Good at being inno- "You're good at keeping your face stoic although you slip up here and there". Oh. I'm good.

"Let's just say I've had practice", I state watching as the sun slowly starts to set, the birds very few and the moon preparing for its turn to light up the night sky in its luminous glow that holds secrets and mysteries yet peace and the truth. "Must have been a lot of practice based on the way, you subtly compose yourself", he states confidently. I can't help but think that he's not wrong. I spent years perfecting the craft so nobody would know how I'm feeling........ And exploit it. Misuse it. Take advantage of it. Not again. Not ever.

"It's getting late, maybe we should go back", I retort hoping he drops the subject and we head back inside. "Oh avoiding the statement are we? Do I sense that the lovely Miss Lyla is hiding something"? He inquires, of course he wouldn't let it go. "Don't we all", I answer standing up and brushing myself off as we start heading in the direction of the elevator. "Answering a question with a question is deceitful behaviour, don't you agree", he continues, clearly enjoying the banter between us both as we see clear glass doors that were once black situated right in front of us. "Asking stupid rhetorical questions when there is no need for them can also be classified as deceitful behavior. Nervous, scared, have you done something you shouldn't have Mr Osborne", I retort smirking slightly seeing his face light up from the mood we were earlier caught up in.

"Awfully clever for someone who claims innocence", he says, pressing onto the elevator buttons, lighting up to signal an incoming elevator. "I never claimed I was innocent sir", I say, involuntarily adding a sultry theme to my tone as I feel the emotions of mischief creeping into my blood stream. His eyes slightly darken and he leads us both into the elevator. The elevator doors both close allowing bystanders in the building to see through the doors. To see us. Why did this feel a little taboo even for me. He moves closer toward me as I stand my ground, my mischievous side taking over as I watch his eyes glancing at the peak of my collarbones. I shouldn't have left my leather jacket with Jonathon.

He lets his arm flow past my statue like frame to the buttons behind me and he presses a botton that causes a second pair of doors, platinum black in colour to close just in front of the transparent ones, covering us from the people. Why am I nervous yet excited. "You're right, there's nothing innocent about you", he whispers as his frame leaves my vicinity, leaving me dare I say! Hot and bothered! Outbested yet again. I compose myself in record time and turn towards him. "How"? I ask as he lifts an eyebrow and licks his lips causing my eyes to drift to the movement. "Well I mean if we have to start somewhere I'd say let's start with your legs, there's something about them that just-", my eyes widened as I quickly felt my skin heat up. I quickly shook my head and yelled out. "That's not what I meant! I meant the elevators, how? I didn't notice the feature before", he smirks as he witnesses my flustered state, smirking cockily he starts to explain how only his personal elevators have this feature for when he wants to escape discreetly and away from it all without being bothered. Fuck you, you cocky bastard.

I listen attentively while trying not to let my eyes roam because he would surely catch me out. That's if he can't already read my mind. "You can do it", I break out of my thoughts as I look up at him as he towers over me. A smirk etched onto his face as he watches me intently. Now I know the universe slowed down on purpose because how do we still have 6 more floors to go. "What do you mean", I inquire as he lets his eyes linger on my face while he leans up on the elevator walls. "You can check me out, I know you want to. You forgot to put your mask on". He says as confident as day. Bewildered I'm caught of guard. First of all how did he know. Second of all, did he just say that to my face? Oh hell no. "I've said this once before, in your wet dreams Jason", I say confidently as we finally reach our intended destination since the elevator opens up to his office.