My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 32

Enora:

I was up early the next morning. My alarm rang, and I rolled out of bed. I rubbed my eyes. I wasn't particularly tired, but who wouldn't want to stay in such a cozy bed for a few more minutes?

As I had my bath, I thought of yesterday evening. It was the first time I had seen Mr. Wright laugh as he showed me how to scoop out the lobster meat with a lobster fork. I giggled slightly to myself as I remembered how fun it was to crack the lobster's claws.

For the first time, I wasn't scared or nervous around him. If anything, he didn't even act like a rich, stuck-up businessman. He was…different.

As I got out of the shower and wrung out my hair with a towel, my inner voice scolded me disappointedly.

"You are supposed to be mad at him, not laughing and having a good time. He might have been the first guy to get in your pants but I think every sensible girl draws the line at bodily injury during sex."

My mood was immediately dampened. I sighed and searched the wardrobe for something to wear. I wasn't as mad as I was yesterday but I was still mad.

I looked myself over in the mirror. The pencil-thin black office pants that clung to my legs and brown turtle neck sweater looked way too corporate but I was a lazy dresser and I wasn't going to take this off after I wrestled with it for five minutes.

I put on a pair of photochromic glasses to complete the look. I looked like a geek but I looked good.

I headed out of my room to Mr. Wright's. I took several deep breaths before I knocked and entered the room.

"Oh my god!"

I shielded my eyes and turned away. I don't even know why I was still doing this. We had seen each other naked before.

"I am so sorry. I didn't know… I thought you were in the bathroom."

I felt so sheepish.

"It's alright. I didn't think that you were coming to help me with my clothes."

My face was scarlet and I bit my lips anxiously.

"I…It's my job."

"You can turn around, Miss Lopez. I am in underwear and a singlet."

I spun around slowly and tried my best to bury my shame.

He had a gentle expression on his face and he spread his arms wide.

"Alright, Miss Lopez, do your job."

His brown eyes sparkled. The pink on my face returned.

I walked to the wardrobe and looked through his clothes. My shoulders felt the weight of his gaze. I was breaking a sweat in this air-conditioned room.

It felt like ages but I soon settled on a simple grey suit and a creamy white shirt. Not my best combo and it wasn't my fault. I couldn't think well with him staring at me.

Under his heavy gaze, I laid the suit out on the bed and I felt my hair stand on end.

I whipped around, and there he was, staring at me, his eyes hungry and desperate. My breathing increased. The space between us began to close slowly.

My throat went dry and I could feel my knees weaken beneath me.

"Enora…"

He stretched his hand towards my face. My brain was working overtime. I could feel more sweat forming on my forehead.

"Please, don't touch me, Mr. Wright."

I managed to get the words out and stepped away from him. I lowered my head but not without catching a glimpse of the sad expression that had clouded his formerly sparkling eyes.

"Enora, I…"

"I am still mad at you. I just came to get your clothes. I…I don't want to make this more complicated than it already is."

He sighed. The silence between us was so thin and uncomfortable.

"I also wanted to tell you that I will be taking the bus to the office."

His eyes widened and anger flickered in his beautiful brown eyes.

"No. I want you to come in the car with me," he demanded.

I took a step backward, scared of his anger. He noticed and calmed down slightly.

"I want you to come in the car with me. I won't let you take the bus."

"I am your assistant and I assist you in the office and help you pick your clothes. I don't need to ride in the car with you."

My heart was racing. I mustered all my strength to say those words.

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