A Virgin for the CEO

25

"Are you okay?"

Yna opened her eyes and resisted the urge to smile at the señorito. Which happened anyway, since his smile was infectious. "I don't know if I can stand up. I'm so full, sen—Eric." Her smile disap-peared at the almost mistake.

He laughed. "You're so cute."

Yna sighed and mumbled. "You're so weird."

He clearly heard that and laughed some more. When he started to get up, Yna moved, too.

"What are you doing?"

She blinked. "I'm going to help you with the dishes."

"Sit. I'll do it myself."

"You're going to wash the dishes?"

"I'll just load them up in the dishwasher."

"You have a dishwasher?" She looked in the direction of the kitchen. "I thought you said there was nobody else here?"

He paused. "I meant the dishwashing... machine. I have kitchen equipment that can wash dishes for me."

She felt her cheeks warming up. "Ah... yeah. I've heard of those, of course. I just don't know of anyone... except you... now... who actually has it, of course." She closed her eyes, hoping she could just melt to the ground.

"I'll be fast. Just a second."

She pushed her chair back and stood up. "I'll help."

He turned to her but she was already taking plates off the table and so he just followed her after taking two of the biggest platters.

She stopped at the doorway to the kitchen, stunned.

"Uh. I told you, you don't have to help."

Her eyes were roaming at the total mess of the kitchen. Then she looked at him, and his face was flushed with color.

She took her eyes back to the chaos because he looked so gorgeous that close she might swoon. Then she'd die.

"I know it looks like a storm just got in here," he said in an apologetic voice, "but this is all really just me, I swear."

A surprised giggle escaped her lips before she could stop the rest.

"But I can just call someone to come here and clean up." He had relieved himself of the bowls at the island and he was rubbing his palms together. "C'mon. We can go."

"We can't leave this all like this. The food could spoil!" she protested as she continued to bring the leftovers in from the dining table.

He took them from her hands. "You don't have to do this."

"I feel so full I need to do something," she protested, then looked at him. And she was going to add 'señorito' but instead, "Eric," came out of her mouth.

He knew this by the way he grinned again. And whatever she felt about his authority over her, she was beginning to get a little irritated.

Did he think this was a laughing matter? Did he think he could mock her when, this morning, he was almost spitting at the wind in his callous coldness?

He might have read something in her expression and his turned serious, suddenly. "I'll let you help me even if it's going to kill me," he muttered.

Again, surprise. He was grumbling like... a real person.

Well. Of course, he was a real person but... he was grumbling. She watched him as he took out containers from the fridge—a gigantic double door with its own pull-out freezer below the double doors—to put down on the island. It was where he had taken the food from.

"I'll carry everything in, and you can put it back in their containers."

She nodded numbly, then stared at the 'containers,' which were huge ones. One could easily contain a dish that she, her mother, and Tommy could finish in a week.

She started to work on the leftovers automatically. He was the only one staying there alone. How was he managing to eat all this food?

He probably brings friends over—no he doesn't. Everyone knew what a loner he was. This had always been his 'alone place.' Friends and connections would always visit him in the mansion house.

And why was she even thinking about this? Why was she trying to analyze him?

This was probably some kind of unfinished business for him and now that it was done, and he knew she wasn't holding on to that night and there was going to be no issue... she shook her head as she closed her eyes.

No, it wasn't finished. They had sex in his bed again and she acted like a helpless, pathetic... willing participant.

He was going to try this again.

"Hey..."

Arianna jumped and opened her eyes. He was back with platters in his hands again. He placed them on a space on the island.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

She couldn't help but wince. He was talking about her coochie. Her... the world was indeed upside down now.

He then looked like he knew exactly what she was thinking. He blinked, then looked down at the food.

"I'm sorry, I know it was all my fault."

"Please don't," she moaned miserably, closing her eyes and looking down to hide her face.

No, she couldn't stay even one moment there anymore. And she gulped.

"Can you please call for help here? I really need to go," she said in a small voice.

He extracted his phone from his pocket even before she could finish speaking. "Right. I'll do that. Just a minute."

She uncomfortably waited for him to finish the call, and then walked to go outside the kitchen and out his door. She could hear him following her and before she could get to the door, he was already there, opening it.

"I'll walk—"

"Like hell, you don't." He was marching ahead already while sliding his phone down his back pocket. "I'll take you there on my horse like I'd brought you here."

"Someone will see us," she protested.

"You mean you don't want anyone to see us?"

Arianna stared at him, confused. Why was he angry?

He sighed. "I'll just get the horse. Wait here."

"It's okay to—"

"You're not walking to your house and that's final."

He turned away and ran to where his horse was grazing by the side of the driveway. When he came back, he was atop the horse. He reached down for her and again, she was lifted and placed astride the horse and in front of him, with his arms around her for support.

He had one arm possessively around her waist and his other hand held the reins to the horse when it started to move.

She looked down at his hands, the clean and buffed nails she would never see on any man she had ever met. Those hands molded her breasts, cupped her face when he kissed her, and those fingers went through her hair and pulled just enough that let her know how deep he was in the throes of passion.

Those hands, as they protected her now, brought her pleasure beyond imagining.

What am I to do? she asked herself quietly, in a panic, as she moved her eyes to the road ahead. How am I going to get through this?

She received no answer.