Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Kyle's P.O.V

I kissed her.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

How did we even get to that? One minute I want to know more of her, see more of her. And with her sitting there with that thin robe of hers, it's either I took the robe off her or I poured out her hair.

Her big, violet eyes had looked back at me dreamy-like. And a part of me, the part I couldn't control, was enchanted by that paŕt of her. The part that didn't fear me.

Then after that, I just wanted more. I don't know what I wanted, all I know is with her hair down and her eyes sparkling....I wanted more.

God, she looked beautiful.

She IS beautiful.

So beautiful I nearly made the mistake the first time, but I didn't.

Until she fell.

I've never heard her scream. Her crying was too familiar but her screaming....there was so much fear. Fear that I'm trying to stop her from feeling.

Her robe had come off her body the minute she fell and was floating on the pool's surface when I took off my shirt and went in after her.

It's okay, it's okay.

She was breathing heavily, eyes on mine, and I could feel every bit of her sexy body. The same body I couldn't get out of my head since that day at the strip club.

And then she moaned.

The softest, sexiest sound I've ever heard.

And I wanted so much more of her.

Wanted to taste her.

Wanted to feel her respond.

Then the kiss.

God...that kiss.

It felt like I'd never kissed anyone in my life before her.

Like she was my first kiss. It was sureal, enchanting and blissful.

It was yet another alien feeling concerning my maid. Which is why the moment the kiss was over, reality rushed in. Her face mirrored shock, and worst of all....fear.

Then before I could say a thing, she dashed off.

I'm sorry.

Sighing, I stare at my reflection in the mirror and adjust my tie to a perfect position at the centre. Then I grab my suitcase and leave the room.

Whatever happened last night would remain there. In the night before.

She would remain my maid and I'm still her boss. Nothing else related.

The smell of pancakes and eggs great me the minute I step out of the room until I reach the kitchen.

And there she is, hair up and---

No, wait.

I stop in my tracks, just a few feet behind her as I observe her appearance. Her hair is down, and she isn't wearing her routine knee-length gowns but jeans. Black, skinny jeans and a purple blouse.

Another date?

I watch her plate the pancakes and scrambled eggs, then she turns and the minute she sees me, she jumps a little.

Her hand drives to her chest as she mutters something, then puts the plate on the table.

"Morning, Mr. Robinson." She says, quickly avoiding eye contact as she turns and gets the maple syrup and juice from the fridge.

"Going somewhere?" The words spill out of my mouth as I sit and watch her pour the syrup.

She pauses a little, then looks down at her dressing and quickly reddens.

"Um, yes. I'm visiting my dad today...just like every other Wednesdays." She says and it's my turn to redden.

Of course.

Wednesdays. Pancakes. Visiting.

After pouring the juice, she still stands, staring at me.

"Problem?" I ask.

"I was just wondering if you would like me to make you lunch before I leave, since you've been coming home for lunch lately." She asks, eyes planted on the table.

Look at me.

Did you like the kiss?

Did you regret it?

Did you forget it?

Was it sureal for you as well?

Do you prefer jaw breakers or lollipops?

"You don't have to bother, I won't be back till evening." I lie and watch her reaction.

"Oh." She says, eyes on the table.

"Okay. Goodbye, Mr. Robinson." She says and just like that, she grabs a black purse from the chair opposite me, grabs her car key and heads for the door.

"Wait, Anne." I blurt.

She pauses at the door and turns to me,

"Yes, Mr. Robinson?" Her eyes meet mine briefly before she looks away again.

I get up and walk over to her, watching her reaction.

I'm directly in front of her when she finally looks up at me.

"Listen, Anne. About last night--"

"I know."

"You...You do?" I ask, frowning.

"You don't want me to think anything of it, right? To just forget about it because things like that don't happen. Shouldn't happen. I'm still your maid, your still my boss, and yesterday is yesterday." She says with a blank expression and I just shrug.

She took the words right out of my mouth.

And I should be thankful that she understands....but I'm not.

Why do I suddenly feel terrible?

"Are you going to fire me for it?" She asks.

I do a double take.

"No." Is all I can say and she nods.

"Goodbye, Mr. Robinson." She says.

And she is gone.

Marcy's P.O.V

"WHAT?!!" Maya screams out so loud, more than a dozen heads turn to our table and I bury my face in the magazine she brought.

"Will you keep it down?" I say in a hushed tone but her shocked expression remains with her jaw open after she'd sputtered out the sip of coffee she had taken, all over the table.

"You kissed Kyle Robinson and you want me to hush?" She asks in shock.

"He kissed me....And then I kissed him back. It doesn't matter. The thing is I kissed my boss. Biggest atrocity of my life, Maya."

"Walk me through last night's events one more time. He saved you from sex-crazed Alex."

"Yes. Then he came to my door an apologised."

"For what exactly?" She asks, now back to a normal sitting position and chewing on a doughnut.

"For what Alex did to me, for what he has done to me. It was pretty intense."

"Then you met him at the pool?"

"Yes."

"Why did you go there?" She asks, echoing Mr. Robinson's question from last night.

The one question I still can't answer completely.

Why did I wipe my tears, wash off the make up, change into my nightwear and of all things to do....I went to join him at the pool.

Why?

"I...I dunno. Like I said, it was a pretty intense apology and I was really emotional, okay? I just needed company."

"And you decided to meet your apologising boss in your emotional state at a pool, with nothing but your silk nightie and a robe under a starry night. Smart." Maya says teasingly and only then do I realise it was a stupid decision to join him last night.

"Yeah, no kidding." I say and drop my gaze back to the magazine.

"But the bottom line is that you guys kissed. Meaning there has been an attraction building the whole time."

"Excuse me?" I ask and look up from the magazine. I was only able to grab the "attraction building" part.

"Or maybe you were just emotional and he hasn't had sex in a while." She says and I gulp down my latte, ignoring the weird feeling that accompanied the image of Mr. Robinson having sex.

"He brings a different girl home like 4 times a week." I say.

"Well, did you like the kiss?" Maya asks the question I've been avoiding all day. I tried to avoid thinking of it but who am I kidding?

It was amazing. It literally took my breath away.

I felt like I was in a trance.

Maya still has her eyes on me and I know I have to lie. I can't give her any ideas whatsoever concerning Mr. Robinson and I. I can't make her hope for something bigger.

I shrug.

"Not really."

He is an amazing kisser.

"There was nothing fascinating about it." I say and watch the disappointed look on her face.

"Hmm. Too bad. You'd think with all that bad boy reputation that he would be at least a good kisser." She says, finishing the last doughnut.

"Yeah....Too bad." I mutter, not able to let go of the way he bit my lower lip.

"We should go get Tyler, it's almost time." I say getting up and she gets up as well.

*****

I wipe the beads of sweat on my forehead as I dish out the sloppy joe casserole and tator tots carefully on the plate. The minute I slide the rest back into the oven, the gate slides open and I watch through the glass as Mr. Robinson parks his car.

I don't feel like having another awkward conversation and I quickly set his silverware next to the wine glass.

As I prepare to take my plate upstairs to my room, the front door swings open with force and Mr. Robinson stumbles in.

Or rather, Mr. Robinson's body pressed up against a woman, stumbles in.

Her hands are moving faster than his and his jacket and shirt are off  in no time.

As they stumble their way to the staircase, hitting and shoving furniture, his buries his face in her neck and I watch her raise her head and moan.

The minute her face is up, I recognise her as Holly from his office.

The scene taking place has me startled to the core and I watch as he kicks off his shoes and grabs her butt, swiftly lifting her up. She wraps her legs round his waist with ease and he carries her up the stairs, still kissing her.

The sound of the master bedroom door slamming makes me jerk a little and the plate of food falls out of my hand and shatters to a mess on the white tile.

Staring at the mess of dinner on the floor, I try to stop the scene replaying in my head.

Her moaning.

Their kissing.

His kisses.

The same lips that had kissed me like I was his last and favourite....

Favourite what?

Favourite girl?

That's what I get for letting hidden desires and passion released on my boss.

Besides, he already brought up the topic earlier today that the relationship we could have is strictly work related.

I dont know how long I stand, staring at the mess before I get supplies from the closet and clean it up.

I slump on the chair and stare at the dinner of sloppy joe casserole. It'll be another microwave dinner soon to be thrown away and another empty bottle of wine on the kitchen counter tomorrow.

Wine.

Of course.

My gaze darts quickly to the top cabinets were Mr. Robinson keeps some bottles of wine. I don't know how fast I'm moving, all I know is that I want to drink, dammit.

Maya was right. Dad's meds are paying off, Ty is attending classes and I need a goddamn break from this emotional roller coaster and stress infused process that's my life.

So I fill my first glass of white wine and stare at it like a trophy.

"Cheers." I mutter and it's bottoms up.

Kyle's P.O.V

"Oh, Kyle. Oh, Kyle...Yes!!" Holly is exclaiming in moans. I grab her waist and switch over so that she is on top of me instead.

Her hands run up my chest and grip my shoulders as I thrust into her over and over.

She leans forward and meets my thrusts with hers, riding me with fervent need.

Her moans are getting louder as she tightens her grip on my shoulder and screaming my name.

"Fuck, Marcella." The words escape my mouth as I thrust into her depths, preparing for release when she stops moving.

"Excuse me?!" Her screech of words force me to open my eyes, only to come in contact with Holly's brown eyes spitting fire.

Of course. Holly.

Oh fuck.

"What?" I ask, hoping she would doubt what she heard but she is already off the bed and picking up her bra from the night stand.

"You called me Marcella. Who the fuck is Marcella?!" She demands as she slips on her skirt and I sit up.

"You're going to leave because I mentioned someone else's name? You do know your not the only lady I bring into my bedroom."

"We've had sex before, so yes I know. But you never call me another lady's name. And I won't screw you knowing you're thinking of this sudden special person."

She already had her jacket on and she picks up her shoes and begins to leave barefoot.

I quickly pull on some shorts and follow her.

"Holly, will you stop over reacting and get back in here."

She stops with her hand at the front door,

"See you tomorrow, boss. In the meantime, why don't you get this special Marcella and fuck her till your heart's content?!' She yells and punctuates the end of her sentence with a slam of the door as she leaves.

"Fuck." I mutter and turn to head for the stairs when I see Marcy at the entrance to the kitchen. Her hair is down and she has a smug smile on her face.

I watch her as she empties her wine glass then walks ever so seductively to me.

"Sounds like your roll in the hay went haywire." She says when she is in my front and giggles at her words.

"Are...are you drunk?" I ask her and she answers with a sweep of her hands around my neck.

"Are you Kyle?" She retorts and continues.

"Kyle, Kyle, Kyle, Kyle, Kyle. That's what they call you. The ones comfortable with you, that share your bed and dick. And you pay them back by calling Marcella." She says with a fake gasp and presses against me.

I draw in a sharp intake of breath at the way my body responds to her.

"But who is Marcella? I don't know. For all I know, I'm Anne. Isn't that right Mr. Robinson?" She asks in mock sober voice and I try to disentagle her hands from my neck before I cross the line and lose it but she just presses closer and keeps talking.

"So, tell you what. Let's do role play. You know, play pretend. Like we did this morning when we pretended to think that kiss was nothing and yesterday is yesterday. No. Yesterday is here."

Her finger runs over my lip.

"And here."

Her hand shoots down and grabs my hard-on.

"Fuck." I curse and she giggles.

"Anne. You have to sto--"

"Shhh. I'm Marcella, remember? Your fantasy girl."

She leans close and whispers,

"And you can fuck me all. Night. Long. Anywhere. Anyhow."

When she looks at me again, the raw pleasuře in her eyes pull me and I grab her perfect butt as I bring her close and kiss her.

The kiss that has been haunting me.

Her mouth tastes of wine and she rubs against me, moaning.

Everything about her is driving me nuts and I don't hesitate to pick her up and head for the stairs.