Being Mrs. Kane

Chapter 5

I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I feel for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I was falling.
      -Jess Rothenberg

"What-the-hell!" The person dragged every word with cold anger. That voice was unmistakable. Not until today did I realize how much that voice has become part of my thoughts.

I stared with my mouth wide open at the man now dripping with coffee. I couldn't tell which was more embarrassing, the fact that I accidentally poured a whole cup of hot coffee on someone or the fact that the person was no other than the most eligible bachelor in the city.

"I'm sorry, so, so sorry." 

You know that moment when you wish an earthquake would just happen just so you could avoid a situation? Yeah– that was exactly how I felt.

Dorian was wearing a very casual gray t-shirt with dark jeans. The plain gray T-shirt was now soaked with hot brown liquid and I could only imagine what it had done to the skin underneath.

Maybe now was a good time for an earthquake.

"I am so sorry, are you hurt?" I asked looking around for a napkin. Sighting a box of tissue paper on the counter, I pulled one out and started dabbing at his shirt.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a frown as he glanced around nervously? I think he was more concerned about the eyes watching us than the stain on his shirt.

"Let me clean this, I am so sorry, I should have watched where I was going, I..."

"Stop, you are embarrassing yourself," My hands froze on his shirt and the almost total silence in the café caused me to look around. Half of the crowd was staring.

From the frown on the face of the mother with crying kids to the sharp daggers two teenage girls were shooting me, everybody seemed to have a facial expression for the clumsy idiot that drenched Dorian Kane with a full cup of sugary latte.

Way to go Dakota.

"Let's get out of here, I can't risk anymore attention."

"What?" My attention snapped to those breathtaking pair of hazels that could overpower my boring brown ones anytime. They were strict and nervous at the same time but mostly strict. My eyes drifted to my hands which was now covered with his against his chest. I could feel the soft thrum of his heart reverberating through my body and the warmth of his hands deceitfully making me feel cared for.

"Mr. Kane, are you okay? You can change into something else in our dressing room," The lady at the counter was already at our side, with her hands on Dorian's arm and her hideous attempt at a husky, sultry voice tossed back into reality.

"No it's fine," He was already walking towards the elevator and I just stared as my hand tingled from the remnants of his warmth.

Snap out of it.

And I did– well at least I tried. I had no control over my quickened pulse nor the bitter feeling of loss my body felt. Snap out of it!

The waitress threw me a dirty look, like I was the worst criminal on earth and I gave her a death glare in return. I did nothing to you!

I turned my attention back to Dorian who was standing just at the entrance of the elevator with his arms folded across his chest. I figured he was waiting for me. Honestly, when he said let's get out of here I didn't think he meant it literally.