Complicated Love

7 - bite the hand that feeds you

Naomi seemed amazed as her eyes wandered around the room drinking in every detail of the room before her. She overstepped the threshold, as if walking into another existence, another fantasy of her own.

She forgot her companion as her feet took control of her, leading her to move closer to the objects that were placed so majestically in their corners. Her hands moved over the surface of each object, gliding over them with great sensitivity. Her eyes feeding on every detail. The queen-sized bed stood in all its majesty in the middle of the room. The blankets draped over it seemed to be made of gold but she knew her eyes were fooling her. The chandelier that hung at the centre of the ceiling sparkled and shimmered.

She had always feared chandeliers, what assurance did we have that it wouldn't collapse on someone's head? However, the masterpiece in the ceiling replaced her fear with complete awe.

Her hand laid on everything she could get a hold of, fearing that this was just a dream and that everything would disappear in an instant.

Anthony watched her, his body leaning over the frame of the door. His gaze moved over her figure, starting on the hair on her head that looked as if tied in knots. Blotches of mud staining it. Her hair dangled on her shoulders as she maneuvered through the room. He couldn't comprehend the real colour of her hair. Brown? Black? Blonde? Green? He had no clue. But as it looked now, it could be considered a rainbow; a multicolored universe. His gaze continue to wander at the pace of a snail down her body, lingering at certain areas.

She isn't too bad, he thought, abit too frail, but nothing I can't fix.

He walked up to her, placed a hand on her hip. She seemed taken out of a daze as she flinched away. "Sorry, you gave me a fright" she murmured, placing a strand of hair behind her ears, embarrassed that she'd been caught acting like a thief.

"It's ok" he smiled, his charming smile that she just couldn't seem to resist. "I'll ask Agatha to prepare a warm bath for you. Or a shower if you want. What do you prefer a shower or a bath?" He inquired

She gaped up at him, like a sheep without it's shepherd. "Shower?"

He looked down at her, his eyes squinted "What. You don't know what a shower is"

"No no no. I know what a shower is. It's just that..." Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, afraid of the reaction her next words would bring "I normally... At home... We wash with a bucket "

He blinked once, twice and all over again. His eyes widening a fraction "Excuse me?" She gulped dropping her eyes to the ground "No no, you don't have to be embarrassed it's ok. I understand. I was just a bit confused." He paused, scratched the back of his neck "Uhhh ok" cleared his throat "I'll inform Agatha about it. I bet she'll be delighted to help you out"

"Ok" she muttered.

"But before that, I wanted to speak to you about something"

She gaped at him "Is everything ok?"

"No there's nothing to worry about everything is okay. It's just..." he shoved his hands in his pocket, swaying back and forth on his heels "...I know this is going to sound really weird but later today a colleague of mine will be coming to have dinner with me, we had just signed an important contract and to celebrate it we decided to have dinner together." He looked up at her "Is that okay with you?" .

"Yes. Yes. It's ok with me" she smiled "I don't mind, I will just stay here in the room. I won't bother you. "

"No" he ran a hand through his hair, took a step towards her breaking every sort of personal space possible and snatched her hands placing them in his palms,his thumb running gently over her skin. "Mr Ishaan, he is referred to as Mr Ishaan, my colleague. He would be bringing his family to accompany him on this dinner. His son and three wives and I wanted to know if..." He cleared his throat "...you could accompany me" she blinked "like as my date"