Uncontrollable Feeling

Chapter 50

Kristal Anderson

"Can I get you guys anything else?"

"If we needed anything, we would have called you, and I don't recall us doing that." A simple 'no, thank you' would have sufficed. But the look on the blonde woman's face told me that that phrase probably wasn't something she was used to saying. 

I had forgotten just how hard it was to work with people, being spoken to as if you were somehow subhuman for having an honest job. In my opinion, those people needed to be studied; being rude to the people handling your food with no regard for what they might do to it. Truly bone-chilling behaviour.

"Of course, my apologies. Enjoy your meal." I responded without letting that customer service smile I had on falter. I stole a glance at her teenage daughter, who shot me an apologetic smile as I left their table.

The last time I worked in customer service was in high school, when I worked at a retail store at the ripe age of 16. Aunt Jenna. . . Jenna had gotten me that job, probably with the help of the man who 'raised' me. Every time I thought back to what I thought was my life, I felt a strong urge to puke; he was involved in every aspect of it. 

About a week ago, I made the informed decision to start looking for a job, which came with some protest from the two most important people in my life. Thea was quick to tell me that I could just work with her, help her manage her new bakery, and Aiden was also quick to offer me a position at RVP.

"Be my personal assistant," He said without hesitation. Our bodies were tangled in the sheets, his warm, toned chest pressed against my back as he held like his life depended on it, like I would slip through his fingers if he loosened his grip. I loved every second of it.

"You already have a personal assistant, silly,"

"I'll fire her," 

I laughed at what I assumed to be a joke, but when I was met with complete and utter silence, I realised that he was serious. "Oh, you're serious?"

"Of course I am,"

"Aiden baby, I love you so much, but I do not wanna work with you," I chuckled out a response.

"Why not?" He asked, sounding genuinely perplexed, "I'd be the best boss you could ever ask for," He lifted his head off his pillow to place a soft kiss on my shoulder, "not to mention all the extracurricular activities that would take place in my office"

I playfully slapped his arm that was snaked around me, "Gosh, get a life, you perv," But I would be lying if I said that explicit images didn't flash before my eyes at the thought. "Couples working together is a recipe for disaster; you'd grow sick of me  in like two weeks."

"That would never happen, Darlin, and maybe we're the outliers to that rule. Let's put it to the test." 

I turned my body around to face him, a lazy smile on my face as I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips, "I will have to decline your tempting offer, Mr Vasilakis" He tried to open his mouth to protest but I swiftly pressed my index finger to his lips stopping him from going any further, "But the extra curicullar activities in your office can be arranged," His lips quirked up into a smile under my finger.

Truth was, I had to do this on my own. I grew up highly dependent on Jenna; every aspect of my life was dictated by her and Robert. I was a 24-year-old woman, and I felt as though I hadn't accomplished anything in life, at least not on my own. Without her in my life, I felt so lost. All of the passions and fears I once had suddenly didn't feel like my own; I couldn't tell what was real anymore and what was a figment of the illusion created by Robert Vasilakis.