A Virgin for the CEO

24

Arianna slowly woke up.

She opened her eyes and, for a puzzled moment, she just stared at the slowly rotating fan on the ceiling.

When everything came back to her, she sat on the bed, then had to close her eyes because the rush made her feel heady.

It was still light outside, thank goodness! It was late morning when they came here, she remembered. How could she fall asleep so early? She felt like she'd slept for hours!

Where were her clothes? She had to go home before Tommy could get ahead of her.

Mama! She would be worried about why she still hadn't come back!

She looked out the window, hoping it wasn't lunchtime yet even though she could see that the sun wasn't directly above the sky anymore.

Holding the blanket carefully over her breasts, she slid down the enormous bed and picked up the pieces of her clothes on the floor. Her face was blushing at the memory of how they got there as she dressed quickly.

She had just gotten out of the bathroom where she washed her flushed face when a robed Señorito Enrique entered the bedroom holding a wireless phone. He stopped abruptly upon seeing her.

And, of course, Arianna froze like a doe caught in headlights.

He sighed, then smiled very carefully. "Ahm, you're dressed. I suppose you'd want to go home?"

She hesitated before nodding.

"We'll eat first. Wait for me. I'll just get dressed. "

"N-oh, there's no need, Señorito. I can—"

Suddenly, he was in front of her, frowning. "What did you say?"

"I-I haven't... I didn't mean—"

"Not that, Arianna. What did you call me? "

She stared at him. Señorito. What's wrong with it? What did he want her to call him?

As it seemed she was not going to answer, he shook his head. "Call me Enrique. Or Eric... that is much better. But I don't want to hear that Señorito anymore."

Because it sounded like a command of the tallest order, she nodded automatically, then worried at the next moment how she would be able to get away with doing that.

Everybody called him Señorito. She couldn't even understand why he'd wanted her to stop.

"I cooked something so we can have a late lunch, and I will take you home."

"No—" She stopped again because of the look on his face. Then she thought she heard him say late lunch, and her face fell.

Oh no, her mother had already had lunch. She frantically began thinking of what excuse she could give her for missing it. Her mother knew she was going to the mansion to bring the vegetables. She could just say she chatted with her high school friends who lived in the tenant housing near there, and where her family used to live, too, before her father died.

She'd just tell Zoren, Chinchin, and Giselle to cover for her next time they visited.

Why did she forget to bring her phone? It was just a keypad phone that she could use to text her mother. She forgot to take it from the pocket of the jeans she was wearing this morning because she was too focused on what happened on the side of the road.

On the other hand, if she had her phone, she wouldn't be able to answer her mother's text messages because she'd been busy. That would have made her mother more worried than if she didn't know why she took her own sweet time coming back home, something Arianna very rarely did.