Standing in your way

Chapter 9

"You can leave your things there if you want" she indicates a chair and a coat hanger. It's not the first time that I enter this office, but it always mesmerize me by the air of wealth it emanates.
I put down my things on the chair and wait for Lydia to speak

"Why did you want to see me?" she comes in front of the desk and leans on it with her hands in the pocket of her expensive looking pants, looking down at me while I was sitting on the chair

"I need help with this score" I pick my bag and grab the piece of paper, I stand up and come closer to her. She is watching me the whole time whit a sharp and austere look, which honestly intimidates me a bit, and she knows it . I handle it to her, she grabs it and starts to look at it

"Do you find it difficult?" she frowns

"A little, I mean it's not the easiest score" she nods and look down to her shoes, then she mets my gaze whith a slight smirk on her face

"Then maybe you're not in the right place" she hands me the score and waits for me to take it, I am take back by what she just said

"Sorry?" 

"I said that maybe you shouldn't belong in my orchestra" she enunciates every word well to make me understand that she wasn't joking at all. I can't belive that she actually thinks that I'm not enough to stay here just beacuse I can't play a piece. I feel my blood boiling but I stay calm, remembering Francesca's words

"Maestro I only asked you an hand with the score, I don't think it's a big deal" I smile closing my eyes for a brief moment

"And let me understand, every time I give you a new piece I will have to help you like a child?" I have enough

"Why can't you be gentle for one time" I look into her eyes with a confused look, what I am feeling now it's not rage, it's ashame 

"Not your buisness" she quickly say before turning around and sitting at the chair of her desk. I move closer to the edge of the desk placing my hands on it.

"Yes, it's my buisness since it's us in the orchestra who lose out" our gaze never moved away, I break the eye contact unable to handle it for any more time

"Let's move with the score and then you can go home" she stands up making me look at her, she sits on a chair and I sits next to her picking my violin from the case

"Where is the part where you need help?" I stretch my hand to the paper on her hands and indicate the point. She nods 

"Start" this time I nod and start the melody. After two minutes she interrupts me 

"Stop" she lifts her hand in the air, my eyes automatically fixate on it imagining everything that these talented hands are capable of doing. Without even realizing it I was blushing and she was looking at me with a surprised look

"Something wrong Helena?" she smirks, fuck she definetly saw me looking at her hand and blushing , fuck me

"N-No, I'm alright" I smile and nod returning to position ready to play, hoping Lydia will drop the incident

"You're red in the face" she points

"Uh I only feel a bit hot, but no matter" 

"Undress" fuck, now that turned me on

"What" I whisper trying to contain myself 

"Take off your jacket" she smirks, she absolutely know what she's doing. I don't reply, I only follow her order and remove my jacket, remaining with a slightly low cu shirt. I toss it on the chair but it fells to the floor, I bend down to take it and I swear to God that when I met her eyes her gaze fell on my breast for a brief second before fixating to my eyes, I probably just imagined