Unthinkable

Chapter 3 :

I pick up my phone placing it to my ear as I stir the pancake mix in a bowl for breakfast.

"Hi". The voice on the line spoke.

I take it from my ear and saw that it was Mr. Clarke , my boss. I sigh putting the phone once again to my ear.

"Yes Mr. Clarke". I answer putting the first pancake into the frying pan.

"I'm outside". He says taking a breath of air which I could hear .

"Outside?, as in my apartment ?".

"Yes, open your door".

I hang up and look down as to what I was wearing. Seems decent since I was only in sweats and a tank top.

Walking to the door I open it and saw him there. Standing while holding some wild red roses in his hand.

"Heard these were your favorite". He says walking inside.

Who told him that ? I never mentioned that before , especially not to him .

I nod and take them from him, placing them on the kitchen counter. "What are you doing here?".

"Won't you put those in some water?, their real you know?". He states raking his hand through his hair.

"What?". I ask confused.

"The flowers, water? A cup? Vase? ".

Once again my cheeks heated up from embarrassment. Taking up the flowers I take out a vase from under the kitchen cabinet. Filling it with pure water and place the beautiful roses inside.

I stood looking at him. He wondered around my living room. Touching everything he saw that needed to be touch. Rolling my eyes I take a seat on the couch.

"What exactly are you here for? More practice Mr. Clarke?". I ask angrily.

Not once did I forget the angry glares I received at work yesterday. Getting caught kissing the boss drew my attention than you would really think.

"Sorry about that, and call me Cameron". He says sitting down next to me.

"I rather Mr. Clarke". I tell him rolling my eyes.

How dare he make me the talk of the office? . I was better off with a few hi's and "your heels are really nice". But never angry glares.

"We'll be getting married soon, I think people would start to wonder why my soon to be wife is calling me Mr. Clarke". He states raking his hands again through his hair.

"Don't you dare talk to me about people and what they would think, I don't care, this is all for pretend anyway". I shot at him along with a angry death glare .

I shake my head repeatedly ,trying hard to contain the things that were merely being placed into my brain . How badly I want to choke him yet kiss him .

"Smoke". I hear him say as he looked around the room.

"What?". I ask raising an eyebrow at him

Jumping up he dashes to the kitchen. Oh my god, fire like actually a fire. I forgot I needed my smoke detector changed. I jump and rush over towards the kitchen.

Damn My Pancakes . How could I have been so stupid and not turn off the stove?.

Holding his hands up warning me to stay away I stood in shock to see what he was doing. "Stay away from here". He says with a stern voice .

Taking off his shirt he places it under the faucet , water instantly soaking it. Noticing that it was indeed wet enough he unfolds it and throws it over the fire that went out quickly.