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“What then is troubling you?” He hissed, strolling towards me.
He stopped at a respectable distance away from me, but I was still able to admire his piercing eyes.
During the short time of his absence, he had restyled his sleek brown hair in a way that highlighted his facial features. He had this healthy glow I had not seen in him during my first few weeks as his personal assistant. I longed to trace his contours with my fingertips.
“It’s really nothing. I think I should return to my desk now. Please, buzz me when you need anything.” I quickly said and briskly walked out of the room.
While at my desk, I knew he could see me well, so I tried to act as composed as I would usually be before these strange reactions began.
I decided to bury myself with work in order to barricade my mind from whimsically wandering to thoughts of him.
However, the intercom buzzed no sooner had I settled in my seat. I looked in his direction through the see-through glass door.
Very confidently, he beckoned to me, and I had no choice but to go back to him.
“You called for me, sir?”
“I want us to have lunch.” He said, but it appeared he intentionally wanted me to be around him.
I shouldn’t have come to such a conclusion, but I could hardly think of any other reason.
“Okay. What would you like to have?”
“Caesar salad.” He answered with a knowing smile that suggested mischief.
“Very well, I’ll have it ordered.”
“I think you are too far away…” he expressed.
I panicked.
“You appear sort of rigid as well.” He added.
“Well-”
“Is something bothering you?” He asked, again, crossing his arms against his broad chest.
I couldn’t possibly tell him he was the cause of my sudden withdrawal.
I couldn’t possibly tell him I didn’t want to get too close to him to avoid making a stupid mistake.
Or, that it was rather best to stay away as much as possible as my growing feelings seemed to possess an interminable spurt.
“I do not intend to bother you, I’m sorry, but I’m fine.” I sensibly replied.
“I am responsible for your well-being; you should know that, Fiona.”
“But-”
“Are you perhaps upset with me?”
Oh my goodness! How could I possibly be upset with him?
“No, that’s impossible.” I countered.
“I’m glad you are not, but-”
His phone must have vibrated in his pocket, for he quickly retrieved it and answered a call, beckoning me not to leave.
