My Life As That Fat Girl

Chapter 13

                                          Chapter 13

 The indoor pool was huge, the room didn't even seem massive until you entered it. Kind of like how skating rinks are. I blinked when I entered, it looked so tranquil, despite the baby wailing in the right corner with its mother trying to hush it up. I spotted Josh in the pool, just floating and nodded. This would be a nice pool visit. Finally.

I've never had a nice pool visit in my life. It was very unfortunate for me that my siblings liked to pull people (me) into the water. They never even got in trouble for it which was deeply unfair, because I once got in trouble for putting worms in Joanne's, my big sister, make up pouch. It wasn't even a lot of worms, only two and I was only in the fourth grade (give me a break.)

Anyway. I looked around and find an unoccupied seat. Most of them were unoccupied because there was only like 10 people in the room. Most everyone was outside enjoying the air and such. I sat my stuff down and put my hair in a ponytail, before approaching the pool. I sat down on the edge and dipped one of my feet in timidly.

"Shit!" I cursed and pulled my foot back...

Not before a hand shot out of the water and yanked me in me in by my ankle.

Joshua. How had I not noticed what he was doing? This is why I never go to pools with my siblings. One way or another I end up unexpectedly in the water.

"Urrrgh!" I cried when I came back up. "Joshua Mitchell Oscar!"

Josh was too busy laughing at my expense and most of the people in the room were now staring at us. This was just too much for me. Why? Why did crap like this happen to me?

"No come back," Joshua chuckled as I went to the stairs and got out of the pool.

I go back to my chair and pick up all my stuff angrily. I know this is such a puny thing to get mad over but I was absolutely seething. I hadn't really planned on getting my hair wet because it was very complicated hair. My mother is African-Indian and yes my father is white. I got the African-Indian hair though so it takes forever for me to do my hair.

That is something to be mad about entirely.

While thinking about how I was going to have to do my hair once I got into my hotel room I bumped into a wall.

Or rather a person.                                   

Mr. Chen.

I was too busy staring at his nicely sculpted chest to even notice that my crap had went flying everywhere.

It all went flying when I fell.

And now I'm on my butt.

I'm on my butt staring at Mr. Chen's nice chest.

"Luna?" Mr. Chen leaned down and offered me his hand. "Are you alright?" he asked.

It's a wonder I didn't break a bone or anything what with me being wet and all. It was also a blessing seeing Mr. Chen naked. I mean...not naked but...yeah you know what I mean.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I finally said, snapping out of it. It was wholly inappropriate to be staring at my future boss's chest. No good would come out of doing so.

"Good," He said as he helped me up. I slipped against the floor and ended up in his arms against his chest.

I felt a sigh escape my lips. I was definitely dreaming. This was a beautiful nightmare.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen," I apologized and tried to pull back.

Mr. Chen kept his hold tight on me, my entire figure against his. I felt like I was melting on the inside, I made sure to keep a professional look on my face. Though I'm sure it wasn't at all convincing. I could not be hot for my boss. It was wrong. Lust was wrong.