My Airport Mistake

Run VII

Aaron took her to a lounge a few hallways away and told her to wait there. The lounge was beautiful. It had four sets of cream colored sofas, two long ones on opposite sides of each other and two smaller ones on the other ends. There was a rectangle glass coffee table in the center. The back was not a wall but an open panel of windows. A total of five live plants were spread out by the windows. To the left and right side of the walls were a set of double wooden doors with eccentric designs. It must lead to either someone's bedroom or their office. On the side where she came in had several paintings of a family. About mid-way through from looking at the paintings, the little boy soon looked familiar. She couldn't put her finger on it but she felt like she had seen him before. Each painting from the left to the right were old to new. She stopped at the last one and stared at the painting. It's the Boss! He looked much gentler then, kind and fun. She nearly couldn't recognize him! She looked at the previous ones and compared them. He really has changed. He was happy in each painting.

'What happened to him for him to change from this fun kid to a mean adult?' May couldn't help but pity the boy.

"Fascinated by the portraits, I see." A voice behind her filled the silent room. May was startled and turned to see the boss walking towards her. "Time flies. I used to know this kid. He's gone now." His eyes were full of sadness and regret.

"What happened?" She asked looking back at the portraits.

"Life is what happened," he responded while looking at the last painting.

A moment of silence filled the air as May didn't know what else to ask, knowing the rich life is hard. As she looked back and forth between the portrait of this young boy and the now adult in front of her, she could see that he hasn't aged much.

"How old were you when this was painted?" She finally asked.

He bent down towards her and took a step forward. "Interested in me, are you?" The corner of his lips turned up into a malicious smirk.

"No, I'm not." May took a few steps back to get out of his reach but ended up hitting the wall instead. "But it just seems like either this was painted a few years ago or you haven't really aged since your teens." He closed in on her.

"You're a curious one, aren't you? I was 18. It's been seven years and I still look the same. Have you fallen for my looks?" He lifted her chin and turned it back towards him as she turned her head to the right to look away and find an excuse to leave. "Hmm?"

His face was getting closer and closer to hers. May's heart was beating really fast. Who wouldn't fall for someone this handsome and this rich? She knew she was excluded from this list as she was becoming more and more scared of what he'll do to her if she angered him. But she just couldn't help thinking if her beating heart was really because she was scared, or was it due to his charming looks?

"Curious, yes, falling for you, no. Not in this lifetime, sir." She looked him in the eye and said sternly, but her heart wouldn't stop beating fast. If he leaned just a bit closer, he could hear how rapidly it was thumping. "I'm sorry to disappoint you but I must leave. I don't belong in this kind of place," May said as she slowly started sinking further down the wall as both his arms came up to her face. He leaned his arms against the wall and pressed his forehead against hers in an attempt to stop her from sinking further. She looked away in shock and embarrassment. Her hands pressed firmly against his chest.

"A tough woman, just how I like it."

May froze in panic, not a single word or breath came out of her mouth. Her face flushed as she could feel his warmth. Her mind started running millions of thoughts of what was happening and how to get out of there. She gave a push to his chest but that didn't do anything. Either his forehead adsorbed most of her strength or he got increasingly heavier. She didn't have time to think which was the right answer. All she knew was that this was becoming a dangerous situation. She tried to slide down and break free from his head but he was putting a firm pressure against hers, making her head scrape the wall in pain each time she moved. It didn't help that her hair was still quite damp.