The Sicilian Affair

Chapter 10 - Not Again

Laurie crossed her the floor to her bedroom with hurried steps. She was late. And she was never late. If only she had gone to bed early last night instead of staying up all night fantasising about Tomas and how dangerously alluring his eyes was.

Well now was as good of a time to regret it. It was past Teresa's breakfast and she had missed it.

"Damn it!" She exclaimed yanking on her white uniform, stumbling to put her flats at the same time.

So much for wanting to prove to Tomas that she was professional and took her job seriously. She was certain that he wouldn't miss a beat in enlightening her about punctuality.

Once she was fully dressed, Laurie rushed out of her room and hurried down the steps. She reached the bottom of the staircase within seconds and was about to make a dash for Teresa's room when the door to the office opened. Her footsteps halt in to an abrupt stop when Tomas emerged out. At first she thought that he was going to offer her a smile but it quickly melted into a frown as he strode across the hall to meet her.

He was dressed in a white polo shirt and had on a pair of khaki pants. If heaven was a place call home then she was there and he was the promised land. No matter what word she picked out in her head it still didn't do any justice to how incredibly good he looked.

"Goodmorning. "She bit out instantly, releasing the air that seemed to be suffocating her in her lungs.

"Ms. Slade." He said in acknowledgement, his eyes ran over her uniform in a disapproving glance.

"It there something the matter?" He asked, voice trailed with concern.

"No, Mr.Carsingni." She replied, creasing her brow at him, "Why?"

He gave her a hard aloof stare and she quickly caught on.

Of course, she was late. She thought giving herself a mental slap in the face.

"Oh, sorry. I know I'm late, I overslept and I never do that. I promise that it won't happen again, Mr. Carsingni." She rambled, chewing the inside of her lower lip.

He didn't budge. Instead he drew a sharp brow at her as if what she had just revealed was news to him.

"It's probably my fault for keeping you last night. Are you heading to my mother's room?" He quiered, tucking both his hand in his pockets.

"Uh, yes and no."She replied, blushing as she tried to avert his eyes.

Tomas felt the corner of his lips as it threatened to curve into a smile but he held it firmly in place. She was obviously still hang up on last night and for some strange reason so had he, but she was making it hard for him to look past seen her naked, not when...

He released a deep breath and scolded at him self to not pry over her.

"Is that a yes or a no?" He asked, clenching both of his hands, desperate to keep his trail of thoughts pure.

His was fighting the urge to allow his eyes to travel down her neck to her...

What the hell was wrong with him? He was acting like a pervert. Like it was the first time he had ever seen a woman naked.

"Both, actually. I need to head for the kitchen first to see if Teresa has already had breakfast after that, she's my next stop."

Her voice was meek stained with innocence, he thought. But he hardly doubted if she was, innocent that is. And yet it was still enough to draw him in and put him off at the same time.

She reminded him too much of his ex-wife. Beautiful, sweet and innocent. Only he had been wrong about the innocent part. How else would it explain why she carried out an affair almost as long as they had been married? After he given her everything that she could ever wish for and when that wasn't enough, he gave her all of him - his heart.