Fourteen

*'Until I make you mine.’*

Those words crept into my semi-conscious mind, waking me up from a very long sleep which got me nestled into my bed in the strangest position. As I sat up, I wondered what those words meant. Unable to recollect what happened after I had gotten my sad self intoxicated as usual, my eyes darted across the room.

Suddenly remembering that I wasn’t in my house anymore, my eyes widened as the thought that it was very probable my drunk self had some fun with Mr. Powers drove into my mind.

‘*Until I make you mine.’*

As it seemed, that is the only thing I remember from yesterday. And, the masculine whisper that my head can’t seem to shrug off made me question further if anything had happened between us. I looked down at my body, my clothes were still on, that had to be relieving. But my joy was soon short lived when my eyes fell on my white lace bra.

“Oh. No, no, no.” I kept chanting as I grabbed it and studied it as though looking for prints that would prove something. “Wait, calm down. Calm down.” I felt the ache I had been ignoring pierce through my head. I ignored it still, somehow figuring whether something happened between me and my boss was priority.

“Calm down. You could have taken off your bra before sleeping. You might have been drunk but you could have done it yourself.”

*But are you sure you walked back into your room alone*? That small voice at the back of my mind asked, dashing my conviction. Recalling similar situations, I always end up going home with someone after getting mad ass drunk.

But I could have made an exception this time right? With no one to around to clarify my thoughts, I decided to summon the little dignity I still have, walk up to Mr. Powers and ask how I got back into my bed.

Manageably - since my head ache decided it wouldn’t be ignored anymore-, I got off the bed. Putting on my slippers, the whispered words came to me again. It was definitely Mr. Powers voice. There was no doubt. Even with its softness, I could still hear that huskiness as the statement played over and over in my head.

As I gently closed the door to my room, I heard laughter from downstairs. Wondering if Mr. Powers was the one laughing with Ruby downstairs, I tore my eyes from his door and made my way down the stairs.

They were indeed both the sources of the laughter. They had their backs to me, so they were oblivious to my entry. I directed my eyes to Mr Powers backside. His shoulders were so broad and they would feel so good to grab onto. I was tempted to forget the question I had for him and just grab unto them. I could just assume shit happened last night and I will just make more shit happen.

But no, I just couldn’t do it no matter what. My attraction to Mr. Powers might soar very high, but I, Grace Sands will always find a way to stop anything more from happening. I would always give myself a excuse to not go further. I have just wired myself to be that way.

“Good morning Ruby.” Her bright smile was the first sight that hit my eyes as she turned. She ran towards me and bumped into me to give my waist a huge hug.

“Grace. You are awake!”

“Easy there.” I chuckled softly, my hands clutching my head for a second before they went down to return her hug. I looked up to see if Mr. Powers was still sitting down. He was already in front of me, a satchet of pills and a cup of water in his hands. I tapped Ruby and she let go, her smile grander.

“Aspirin for your headache.” His hard face stared back at mine as my hands reached for the items in his hold. He watched me as I used them, his eyes studying me more crazily as I gulped down the water.

“Thank you sir.” His stare was beginning to make me feel awkward and nervous ahead of the question I was about to ask him. I let out a nervous chuckle and asked, “I sure was a mess last night, wasn’t I?”

He did not respond, instead he added more steps to his stance and stopped just few centimeters away from me. In other words he was so freaking close and his eyes were still on mine. “I…” I took my eyes away from his. “I have a question sir. Did… did I came back here by myself?”

I watched his hand leave his side and before I knew it, it was under my chin and they directed my head to look up at him. “I brought you here myself.” The manner with which he talked, it had… a certain intention attached to it.

Gulping down the tension within me slowly, I proceeded to ask the next question. “Did anything happen sir?” I could have folded myself if I could after that question.

“Why?” His voice was low, thicker, *sexier*. “Do you think anything happened?” If only he could just tear his eyes from mine, I am not exactly working well with the condition he has put me under.

I gave a nervous short laugh. “Well, when I get drunk, I… I have this habit where I uh…” I paused. I was about to tell my very attractive employer that I get drunk to have one nightstands. I inhaled, his masculine scent hitting my nose, then I let it out slowly. “I uh… have sex with men that take me home.”

“I see.” He replied indifferently.

“I am afraid, it might have repeated itself last night.”

His hand played with my hair as his other hand held my head still. “Grace,” he started softly. “ all I know is you are so sexy when you are drunk.” He shifted my hair to the back and smirked fully. As his hands left me, his words stayed back to give me chills.
With a slightly opened mouth, I stared at his retreating back which swung with pride as he walked. I hugged my arms to myself as my head raced to keep my system in order.

“Oh, and Miss Sands,” His regular voice was back. “, you have the day off.”

********

”Nothing clearly happened between the two of you. Why are you still freaking out?”

I watched as Samantha collected her plate of garnished pasta from the waitress . “I am freaking out because he was acting like something did happen. Gosh, I am under pressure here!”

“From what you have been telling me Grace, he is always acting like something is happening between you two. Remember the night gown?”

“Yes, the one you *packed* for me, even after I had said I wasn’t going to take it,” I spat at her.

“I was just helping a friend. That is not my point, my point is,” She picked up her fork and pointed it towards me. “, he is clearly attracted to you. And you are obviously attracted too.” I rolled my eyes since I could not bring myself to deny it. “Something will still happen eventually.”

“I don’t want something to happen.”

“Why? I am sure you are dying to have a taste of that man.”

“I…” I licked my lower lip as I thought of how to put out my reason. “I don’t know. It will just be weird, he is my boss.”

“Why are you lying to yourself Grace? This is about Kyle isn’t it?” I opened my mouth to protest but she cut me short. “Let go of that dude already so that you can get a life.”

I pouted. “I do have a life.”

“Grace.” She reached for my hand. “Getting drunk to have sex because you are too scared to do it while sober is not a life. Can’t you see it? This man is your chance to get out of your shell and explore more and more of life. You can’t stay hung to Kyle all your life.”

“Well, you have a point. But still,” Samantha’s face formed an annoyed look, but I ignored it. “, I don’t want anything serious with anyone right now. And definitely not with the father of the child I am babysitting.”

“Who says you are getting serious? You are doing this to have fun girl! Luckily the man in question is a sturdy, handsome, definitely *huge* man. So you will be sure to have your fun. And… even better he looks like someone who is in for just the fun, so it’s a win-win.”

“What makes you think he is in for just the fun?”

“Uh… hello? A man with god level looks and lots of money is player material. He is definitely in for only the fun.” I wanted to argue with her, with the things I have seen and learnt about my employer, he didn’t seem like a player to me.
But I kept shut and nodded slowly. She sighed loudly and faced the third person with us who had his head bent over his laptop. “David, please talk to her. I need to eat my food in peace.”

I shook my head at her as she hurriedly dug into her plate.

“Listen Grace, it is a good idea to stop letting this Kyle factor hinder you from getting more out of life. And apart from having me, you clearly need a man in your life. And, you have gotten a man who is highly interested in you from everything I have just heard.”

“Uh…sexually. Sexually interested in her.” Sam butted in.

“Yeah that. Listen, I would advise you to go for this man, but before you both do anything, I feel you should clarify between the two of you what exactly you guys are going to be doing. Are you going to be fuck buddies? Will it get more intimate? You know, that way your fear might get subdued when you know for sure what is going on.”

“It is weird to think of my boss as my fuck buddy.” I chuckled because my body liked the idea in contrast. “But, I see a lot of sense in what you have just said. I will try to let go of Kyle and maybe...” Sam glared at me as she downed a bottle of water, I had to change the course of my utterance. “And finally give in to my attraction to Mr. Powers.”

I shrugged.

“Maybe.” I still wasn’t okay with the idea of sleeping with Mr. Powers even though my whole body has been jumping at the thought of the very idea. Even if I let go of my fears and all, there is the Ruby factor.

Aargh! I am just so stuck!
Maybe I should just be neutral, I should just play cool and see where things take me. Whether or not I would eventually yield to my attraction to Dominic Powers and his appealing ways, I can’t wait to know.

But one thing I was so sure of was that if I will be eventually giving in, it won’t be too long before it happens.