The Choice

6) Aurora

"So, what should I do?"

"Your lips look kissable."

"Omer, Focus."

"I am."

I scoff as a smile creep up my face. I've been asking him about the preparations for the coming year for an hour now and his mind is just out of signal. I'm preparing for next year to make it easier and to be more confident while mentoring another whole person.

"And should I teach them the basics or should I just head into the curriculum? I mean you taught me the basics because I had no contact with business before- Omer!"

"What do you want now?"

"You're not focusing and you're smiling to yourself at some fantasies in your mind it's creepy!"

His smile widens, call me ill-mannered, but he looks fuck worthy right now with his sleepy eyes, tinted cheeks from the chilly air at his room and his hair disheveled a bit on the white pillows; it got longer by the way with his tanned broad SHIRTLESS shoulders on display. He looks so good for someone who just woke up.

A deep sound makes its way up his throat as he says still smiling, "How did you know there're fantasies? Hmm, tell me, Rory."

A blush creeps up my face, "I could see the gears spinning in your head."

He grunts as he shifts taking the phone with him as he lays on his side, "and stop with these sounds!" I widen my eyes as heat rushes though my body. Not helping at all, his sleepy voice is doing wonders to my body right now already.

"Why, am I turning you on?" he asks smirking, "No." Yes!

He arches a brow, "such a liar. For the question you asked- you know what?" he pauses then adds, "be my secretary."

"Dionne is your secretary." I deadpan

"Wow, amazing new information. She is fed up anyways switch with her, she won't say no. Ever. She'll buy you ice-cream and chocolate even." he adds sulking like the big baby he is.

I smile remembering my best friend, we too call all the time. "Why I don't think being your secretary is that bad?"

"it's teeny tiny bad." He sticks his index and thumb's tips together, I laugh "Omer, you're sleep drunk."

"What's sleep drunk? Is it a term of yours, like ding ding and puspus?" I laugh, "How do you know about puspus? I didn't say it in front of you."

"You said it to Dionne, I heard you say 'the guy in my novel made the mc's puspus dri- "Stop!" I interrupt him. "Sleep drunk is what you're experiencing right now. I should record this call to show sober Omer what sleepy Omer is saying."

He gasps; it's the most adorable sound ever coming from him then he literally POUTS, "Will you kiss both Omers?"

"What's wrong with you today, Sir? You're being dangerously flirty." I quip placing my hand on my waist facing the laptop's camera.

"What's wrong with being flirty with my woman?"

"I'm not." I wiggle my brows as I tease him, "Yet." He finishes.

I sigh, "there's no point from this call, huh?"

He shakes his head as he closes his eyes. I watch him in awe, how cold one person be this beautiful. Omer is not just handsome or rugged; he is beautiful in a lot of ways. Sometimes he looks rugged and devilish and others he's an angel straight from heaven.

"You're staring." I startle as he grumbles, eyes still closed. "I am."

He cracks one eye open, "am I dreaming? Or did you just admit that you're checking me out?" I smile, "No, you're not dreaming. You are so beautiful right now; I want to squish your cheeks."