Miss Paulson

Chapter Three

Theo's POV

I know you wouldn't.

These words were still echoing in my mind after some minutes into the interview. She knew I wouldn't and why was it so? I could perfectly be some cruel and insensitive man and try to dig in as much as I could. After all, my book would sell better if I had some shocking information about Miss Paulson.

But I wasn't like that and Miss Paulson knew it. Well, Emma knew it. I have to stop addressing her as Miss Paulson, but it's a habit.

"So you were born in Los Angeles and have always lived there. Have you never thought of living somewhere else?" I asked, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.

"Oh, yes. I have thought about it countless times, however I could not leave my company, my family and friends here. But I have travelled a lot, Theo. So, it's not like I'm stuck here, in this office, the whole time" Emma smiled funnily to me and indiscreetly checked on what I was writing.

"I imagined. A rich woman like you... It's normal. So, the next question I have is, is this your dream job? Or have you ever dreamed about doing something else?" I looked at her in the eyes intensily, leaning slightly towards. I was very curious about this.

Emma swallowed and scratched her head. She seemed uncomfortable with the question, which I didn't quite understand. She sipped her hot chocolate and played with her ponytail as she thought about a proper answer.

"For the book, no, this is the perfect job and I love it. Write that down. But as a friend, I think we can call our relationship a friendship, can't we? If not, we're developing to that. Anyway, the truth is that my passion is in fact writing. I have always wanted to have a job related to writing. I love writing articles or poems. Any thing that makes me put words into the paper makes me happy. But my father.... My father had my future all delineated. So, I really did not have a say in all of this. Anyway, what is your dream job? Is it writing?"

I wrote down what she commanded me to, but heard what she said very attentively. A wave of sadness ran through me, I could see that she was not happy. She was far from it in fact, I could indeed see it in her eyes. I smiled weakly, wanting to caress her hand and tell her that everything was going to be alright.

"Emma, I'm so sorry to hear that. But you're a young woman still. With the money you have, you can write tons of books and become even more acknowledged and known. If I were you, I would not give up so easily... Oh my dream job. This is my dream job indeed, being a writer. To portray what one sees into the paper is really one of the best feelings".

We both smiled and just as I was searching for another questions, I felt a hand on my leg. My cheeks got red instinctively and I looked up at her.

Emma was looking at me softly, her eyes transmiting me a sense of calmness and peacefulness. Oh, how I could live in this moment forever and be happy about it.

"Would you perhaps like to go and have a coffee with me one of these days? I have been awfully bored these days and even though I know you have been busy with the book, I think it would do you good to clear your mind a bit. What do you say?"

Emma Paulson was inviting me for a coffee. Me. I could not hide my surprise nor my nervousness. I never expected that our relationship would lead us to a friendship.

"Of course I want to - I mean, I would like to, yes. It would definitely do me so good..." Here I was, being ridiculous and embarrassing again. She probably thought I was desperate. And wasn't I?

She smirked at me and took her hand off my leg. Oh, the warmth leaving it was just heart breaking. I was flushered, but I managed to pick up my notebook and continue the interview.

Two hours had passed and it was time to leave. It was still raining cats and dogs and I sighed. I remembered Emma offered herself to drive me home, but she probably forgot about it and I wouldn't suggest it, obviously.

I picked up my things and smiled to her.

"Emma, thank you so much for these clothes. I will bring them next week, all clean and dried" I said with a soft smile on my face. She made me soft.

"Oh, dear. I'm devastated. I was expecting to receive some dirty and wet clothes in return" she said with a tone of sacarsm, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. I did not enjoy when people were sarcastic and Emma did that quite a lot. But well, I had to accept it and go on with my life.

I was ready to leave when Emma pronounced these next words in such a firm and authoritarian tone that my legs got weak in a second and my body froze.

"Darling, where do you think you're going with this awful rain outside and with no car? I thought we had it clear that I would drive you home".

She came quickly to my side and grabbed her black coat, which seemed really warm and comfortable.

"Gentlemen first" she said with a smirk, her eyes shining and her tongue swirling slowly through her lips. She had opened the door for me and was expecting me to go in front of her. This woman was insanely attractive and so different from the others. I loved her.

I grinned and thanked her, passing through the door and feeling the smell of her perfume. It smelled so well, I felt as if I was being enchanted. And was I not enchanted by her after all?

We went to the elevator and I must say this was extremely intense, awkward and frightening. All of this at the same time. The lift had a wide mirror in front of us and I was on the left side, frozen as I always was when I was next to this woman. She, on the other hand, was on the right side, looking at me with a smirk, her arms crossed.

I could see this through the mirror. I did not have the courage to look at her directly. She was just too hot to handle.

I walked to her car with her and got on the passenger's seat. Her car was a white Jaguar F type. A sexy car just like her. I was amazed.

The drive to my house was quite silent and awkward again. I would glance at her sometimes and every time I did it so, she was very concentrated on the road, her eyes paying attention to everything.

When we arrived, I looked at her and thanked her very much for the drive, also adding that she didn't have to.

"Oh, Theo, I did not have to yet I wanted to. And hey, now I know where you live. Tomorrow I will pick you up at 3 if that's okay with you? To have a coffee?"

I was caught off guard with this question. My ears were probably the reddest, my heart was almost jumping off my chest, but I managed to calmly answer.

"Yes, Paulson".

"Paulson? That sounds nice. See you tomorrow, Theo. Just for you to know, I hate people who are late, so I would appreciate it if by 3 you were down here. Bye!".

"At 3 I will be here, miss. Good bye" I smiled funnily and waved at her, watching her car go.

At 3. Tomorrow. I could not be happier.