The House Project

Chapter 7- Purple and Blue

For one tenth of a second I just stood there, as still as a statue. But slowly, my body came to life and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. Every nerve ending felt like a live wire.  After a couple seconds we pull away to catch our breath. We stare at each other with wide eyes, I am completely entranced by his hypnotic gaze, and it seems he is just as affected. Our spell is broken by the sound of a car honking. We both slowly tear our eyes away from each other, long enough to notice the cab waiting beside us. How the driver knew that we were the ones that called, I have no idea.

We both get into the backseat and Mike gives the driver his address. I sit as stiff as a board, not able to move. What the hell just happened? This is not how a professional at her job should act. Is he expecting more now. Oh dear lord what have I started...

After about 5 minutes of me being in inner turmoil, I turn to face Mike who is staring out the window. I tap him on the shoulder. I clear my throat. Nothing, he doesn't react to me. Doesn't even turn to look at me. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad a me? Was it not a good kiss for him? I am panicking inside, even though I was about to tell him that it could never happen again, I am still a women. I still have feelings and am self conscious sometimes when it comes to men. For the rest of the ride I am backtracking though our day together, wondering what went wrong. It all leads to the kiss, but he initiated it. If someone should be angry, shouldn't it be me? 

When the cab pulls up to Mikes house, I notice that both my car and his truck are in the driveway. Did he send someone to retrieve his truck from the bar? We exit the cab and this time I give the cab driver the money, and we both walk up to the front door. Once inside I clear my throat again. "Mike, sorry if I sound unprofessional but what the hell is wrong with you?" I demand, stepping in front of him so he can't walk away from me. He sighs and lifts his head to look at me. "Whats wrong?" I repeat, looking him in the eyes. "I just... I didn't want to talk to you because I know exactly what your going to say." He sighs. "What do you mean?" I ask, not understanding what he's getting at. "You were going to tell me that we couldn't take it any further, as you don't want to be unprofessional with a client." He says, using air quotations. 

I cross my arms over my chest, how did he know exactly what I was thinking? "Mike I just don't think that it's a good idea. It could ruin my career and make you look bad if it ends on a sour note." I say, trying to sound reasonable. "How do you know that we would end?" He asks, clearly annoyed now. "I am not a James." He adds his eyes turning darker with anger. "I never said you were..." I trail off, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, he takes the two steps until our bodies are touching, and ever so gently cups my face in his two big hands. "Just tell me you don't feel something and I'll leave you alone." He whisperers, his eyes lowering to my lips, and as gently as a butterfly landing on a rose petal, his lips touch mine, but the once soft kiss soon turns into something else. He adds more pressure, and letting go of my face with one hand, his other snakes around to the small of my back and presses me even closer to him, if that were possible.

I am dizzy by the time the kiss ends. Mike stares at me expectantly, but I shake my head to clear it before answering him. "Mike, it's still not a good idea, and we barely know each other." I say, staring at the floor. "So, we can get to know each other. Listen Isabella, I really like you, really. I don't think I'v felt this way for anyone before. Just give us a chance." He pleads, lifting my chin and forcing me to look at him. 

"I can't, you are my client, what would your father think?" I say firmly. "I don't care what my father or anyone else thinks." He whispers. "I'm sorry Mike, but I think I have to leave." I say, pushing his hand away and walking out the door. I walk all the way to my car and unlock it, getting inside. With one final look at Mike's house, I drive away with tears threatening to spill over.