My Arrogant Senior

A long Journey

I quickly ran to the door bidding goodbye to everyone . As I step outside cold wind greeted me. But I was far from feeling cold.

I looked at Ian sir he was still in the same position. With all his weight on one leg leaned on his car waiting for me.

"Miss Benett I don't have whole day for you. Sit in the car."

He straightened up from his leaning position and Swiftly sat on driving seat.

I couldn't help but keep looking at him. My mind was in a conflict on one side I am feeling  nervous of seating alone with him but other side their was a feeling which i can't point on, a nervousness but not due to fear but something else. Like I want to sit in his car but at the same time don't want to. Why am I this confused?

Despite my confusion I made my way to the passenger .Opening the door, I was met with a warm wave of air - his blower was on.

I quickly get into the car to escape the coldness. It seemed like the blower had been running for a while, as the seats were cozy.His car's odour was also warming and welcoming. A sweat subtle lavander flower like fragrance. It was nice to smell something other than sterile hospital smell. But is was quite faint.

 Is it his scent or car's?

I make myself comfortable and waited for him to start the car but he didn't.

"Miss Benett Seat belt."

Now I get to know why?

"Yeah, sorry sir! Sorry!"

I hastily pulled at the seatbelt, but it seemed to resist my efforts to secure it.

Oh, God, seriously? Not now! I tugged at the seatbelt again, but it stubbornly refused to cooperate. It was just centimeters away from being properly fastened. I tried repeatedly, feeling the weight of Ian sir's disapproving gaze on me. I could only imagine his thoughts: "This girl knows nothing."

I hurriedly pull the seatbelt. As easily as it get pulled as difficult as it was taking to get tucked. 

"Sorry sir but.. pulled again... looks like it's stuck pulled again.." How much I can embarrass myself in a day.

Ian sir leave the string wheel and turned towards me 

"He looks handso....shut up."

 His hands moves towards me.. uhmm.. I mean seat belt and in nervousness I abruptly left the belt but he gently caught in the middle and gives a hard tuck on the belt making it reach to bracket but I was too lost in watching his hands - big, manly, with veins that popped out as he pulled the belt - to notice that it was now properly fastened.

He returned back to his seat and starts driving. My heart raced along with the car. Calm down Amelia everything is normal it's nothing to get excited.

We smoothly continued on our journey without encountering any traffic. The roads were deserted, with not a single sound to be heard from outside. Most of the streets were empty as everyone had already closed their shops and gone home. The only sound that filled the car was the hum of the engine. Throughout the ride, I just keep looking outside through window not able to look at him after the hand incident. I don't think I could look at him without thinking other things.

As we left the city streets behind, the scenery transitioned to lush greenery, making it difficult to keep staring outside. I have always struggled with car sickness, and watching the passing trees only worsened my condition.

Typically Whenever I travel in a car I blast some music or just close my eyes to avoid nausea but I don't think so it's possible here. I controlled myself by taking deep breaths closing my eyes partially but the  five minutes distance was feeling eternity.