Two strangers met at an airport after their flight was canceled. They had a spark and spent a passionate night together. However, the next day, he disappeared without a word, leaving her heartbroken and wondering what could have been.
She couldn't...
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A small excerpt from the next of Baby
"Mr. Westbrook." I stood up so fast I stumbled trying to regain balance but he reached out just when I was about to topple down when his hand closed around my arm pulling into a straight position. "Sorry I'm so clumsy sometimes," I started muttering things while crouching down to lift the magazines, water bottle, and towel from the floor.
"So is no longer sir?" The way he arched his brown made me gasp and feel suddenly thirsty but looking down to my hands my water bottle was empty and the nearest one was inside the house.
I opened my mouth to reply but what came out was weird sounds so I close it so fast and hard my teeth slammed into each other, I could have easily chopped my tongue off.
"Come to one Kirby, before you turn any darker." His hand was back on my arm and he pulled me towards the inside, I tried to turn back to get my towel but his grip tightened and I let him do as he pleased, he didn't let go until I was inside his study.
There I stood, barefoot with and my naked legs and arms and, still wearing my cool shades. His eyes took in my attire, stopping casually over my chipped of pink nail polish on my toes and then my glasses.
"Sir, let me –"
"How was the visit to your parents?" he was leaning over his desk. For some reason, I felt like I was in trouble.
"Good."
"Do you get along with your parents Kirby?
"Yes, sir." He smirked and pushed himself up and closer to where I stood. I tried curling my toes, to hide my much-needed pedicure and the green and brown stains from the grass and dirt. I pulled back when he lifted the glasses of my face, there was something going on. He was actually looking down at me, with intention, no idea what was but the intensity of the looking he was giving made me aware of the fact that I wasn't wearing any bra under my shirt. I crossed my arms trying to cover the evidence and looked away.
I felt the blushing onto my hairline. I felt exposed to his judging gaze.
"There's no need for you to be uncomfortable," he started. "I just wanted you to get you out of the sun before you got a sunstroke. You're quite red already." I followed his gaze down my things and they were indeed red but not as he was saying.
"I may have a need to stay a little longer for that to happen," and when he frowns I added the sir rapidly at the end. The changes on his face were slow, the way technology has found their way into that thing called frame by frame, they felt controlled and seemed too. Calculated. By the way, he lived his life and how he was exposed to the world by media he must have to be trained in the art of hiding whatever he was thinking and I felt nothing else but pity for him, but just that nothing else related our relationship as boss and employee. "Anything else sir?"
He sighed, he actually sighed as he moved away and sat in his big chair. "No, you can go." And also bored. Did I bore him? Well I was no bombshell so maybe that was it, he was used to the curvy type and I was wearing braids and pink chapstick, my mirror wouldn't lie to me, I did look twelve.
Flat chest, check.
Doe eyes, check.
Also, chipped nail polish, freckles, and the fact that I was nineteen and looked like a child instead of my age. Well suck it up little girl, he's way out of your league.
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