Wanting My Assistant

Chapter 23

Is there a way to cheer Isadora up? Ever since this morning she's been quiet and cold. I don't know what I did wrong. The second our lips almost touched felt like a dream but then, it became a nightmare. She started hyperventilating. I've only ever seen Kingston do that, the day that Amara had been shot.

Did I cause that? Is that my fault?

   It scared me. When she ran into the bathroom and locked herself in there. I panicked. It scared me. She wasn't talking to me and when she ran past me, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. All I wanted to do was wrap her in my arms and hold her close but the door was locked and she wouldn't say anything to me. My nerves where racing as I tried to figure out how to get to her. Because what if she hurt herself? What if she had passed out? What if. There were so many things running through my mind then. I couldn't stop from pacing. I was scared. For her. She made me scared. I've never had that happen.

But what did I do? What did I do that could've made her react to me that way? I held her, just the way she was holding me. She wasn't resisting my hold, nor did she try to push me away when I leaned in. She leaned in too. Did the way my hands were placed on her back make her upset?

I was only seconds away from kissing her. Only seconds. And then she yanked out of my hold like I had burned her skin. She felt so good in my arms. Did I do something then? I get easily distracted when it comes to her. Just the feel of her in my arms can make my mind go blank.

Was it—

"Mr. Grey? Sir?" I blink, my thoughts clearing for a moment. Allowing me to focus back on what I was originally doing.

I clear my throat, "My apologizes. Continue." The man standing in front of me nods and starts to go on about the materials needed to start finishing up the walls.

"We need your approval on some things, the drywall pricing has been going up lately and we don't know if you still want that material used or if you'd like to change it out. The insulation is being finished today and we need an inspector to come in and approve of the work..." his voice slowly trails off as my eyes flicker up from his face.

My heart races at the sight of her. She's standing beside one of the many walls being put up, a clipboard in hand, talking to one of the men working on this large project. He's leaning against the wall, smiling and grinning at her as they exchange words.

She smiles at him and my fingers curl into fists. Calm down. She's just talking with him. I take a deep breath, but my eyes only move to watch the man's movements. He's so close. Close to her. Close to what's mi—

No. No. He's just so close.

Why is he so close? Why is she smiling at him? Why is he looking at her like that? What did he say to make her smile?

"Sir? Are you listening to me?" The man in front of me asks and my eyes jump back to him. "Yes. Of course." I state and the man sighs, "Good. If you give us a time slot, we can get an inspector out for the building and start to get the rooms built, along with the bar." I nod my head, "Yeah, sounds great."

He smiles at me, saying a quick thank you and walking away. My eyes don't even have a second before they're back on Isadora. She's so beautiful. Why does she have to be that perfect? A beauty like herself deserves so much more than that asshat of a boyfriend. She deserves someone who will treasure her. Like the priceless beauty that she is.

My body moves again on its own, towards her. Towards the man near her. They continue their conversation and the feeling in my chest expands, the need to hold her, show him that she's off limits climbing it's way to the surface. My pace increases the closer she becomes to me, the more of her figure I can see, the more detail my mind soaks up.