✔|Entwined With You|

Chapter 6.

What?

So this is my very first day at work and what does he want me to do? Accompany him to a brunch party.

Well it won't be that bad, right?

You just have to tag along and smile. AND not be clumsy- which would be the hardest thing to do.

But right now, I have to do something much much harder.

Say it, Say it, just SAY IT.

"Erm...Mr. Ainsworth?"

"Yes?"

He looked up from his mobile phone's screen on which he had been typing stuff. We are in his limo, on our way to the brunch place.

"About the money."

"Your salary?" He asked, his eyebrows knitted together.

"Oh no no no. It's about that money which you had given to me...that day, for the coffee."

He now completely faced me, his body inclined towards mine and his face depicted how much annoyed he was right now.

"Can't you just keep it Isabella. Stop making a big deal out of it."

Isabella.

"Yeah well I have kind of always used first names for my employees. I hope it's fine by you." He probably noticed my look of surprise.

"Yes, obviously it's fine." I smiled."But can't I pay it to you in some other way?"

"Other way?" he repeated, squinting his eyes.

"Like, I could buy you something."

As if he himself cannot.

"But why?"

"Please Mr. Ainsworth. I insist."

"I officially give up with you and this topic," He replied, making me grin, "Fine then, get me lunch tomorrow and make me the same kind of coffee that you had made that day..... that is till you work for me. Happy now?"

"Happy indeed."

"Okay we've reached the place. Let me make it clear that there will obviously be an awful load of media out there. So try not to panic and be careful." He looked at me straight in the eye and spoke making a shiver run down my spine.

As soon as I kept my leg out of the car's door, I was bombarded with people holding mics ready to interrogate us. Mr. Aimsworth quickly came by my side and we started walking. Or maybe he did. Because I-being my clumsy self-panicked and ended up staring around with a quizzical look.

"Who would you be?"

"Are you his new girlfriend?"

"He does not do girlfriends, stupid."

"Are you his latest fling, Miss?"

Mr. Ainsworth practically growled and came back towards me. He very unexpectedly took hold of my hand and ushered me inside th place.

"Are you two getting married?"

"Are you pregnant with his child?"

I sighed hearing the sound of those people waver behind us.

"You are easily confused, aren't you? Or should I call that scared?" He asks as we start walking towards the hall.

"Unlike you, I don't come across media everyday."

"Well that's true." He mumbled.

Can't he leave my hand now. The warmth is soothing and yet uncomfortable.