HEATED MOMENT IN THE CAR

"Dream on, Mr. Moore. Flatter yourself as much as you want. And who are you kidding? You couldn't even bring yourself to ask that question straight. It was obvious that you were so afraid to lose me." I jolted around it. I can't admit it.

"Who would want to lose such a beauty and a noble celeb like the one crushing on me, huh?"

Everything sounds so perfect, except the crushing part. Everything about the crushing part is true, though, but how true is the other part? Wait, is my beauty and nobility what he likes, or is it the fact that I am a celeb? I don't know what our eyes are conversing about, nor do I understand the message his thumb is trying to pass across because it has been caressing my hand for minutes.

"If the lovebirds are done verbal romancing, I will let them know that we have been here for the last half an hour." Shane's voice disrupts us.

Shit! Half what? This one must be the master of exaggeration. And lovebirds?

"Ah, boss? I can step outside if you want some privacy." Oh, dear! He saw our little gestures and heard our conversation. And now he is making fun of us. Wow! Just what I needed in this uncomfortable situation.

I expected Deep to feel the same shyness, but no. He is not even blinking or moving his eyes even an inch away from me. Now that doubles my shame. I can still see Shanne smiling at us through the driver's mirror, so to break the awkwardness, I turn to unlock the door so that I can walk out, but I always tend to make the wrong move in uncomfortable situations like this.

Now it is not any different either, because now Deep has me pressed to the door, and before I can react, his sugar lips crash on mine, kissing me hungrily like he had been longing for this for years. I don't know if he is doing this to annoy Shane, but I just can't pretend like I don't want this. I missed his lips like hell, and I took no time matching his pace, my hands pulling him to me. I didn't know I would have the chance to mess with his hair this soon, so my hands are a bit wild on his head, as are our lips against each other.

"Huhuu.. I better get out before this car catches fire. It's too hot in here already." Shane says this as he walks out.

I would have loved to see his face, though. Deep is turning me into a crazy bitch, because the real Gia Wilsons wouldn't be laughing inwardly at the poor Shane. Jeez! What am I becoming? We stop our madness, panting for some breath. That was sweet and intense. And insane. Only my lips can explain how deep the intensity of that wild kiss was.

"Are you okay? Can we go now, or do you need to cool off?" This sweet jerk had to ask.

Really? Am I okay? After that heated kiss, I am sure he can see that I am still battling to breathe. How can I be okay?

"You scattered my brain with that kiss. I need a cooler." I didn't say what kind of cooler I needed, and so Deep, with his smart brain, or better still, his crazy wild imagination, came up with a brilliant mind-boggling idea to cool me off—another slow kissing session. Not rushing anything, not intensifying anything. A kiss of relaxation, I would call it. This is new and romantic.

"Is that good enough?" He asks, giving me another peck before looking at me for an answer.

Darn! Why is he so good at everything? "Whoever your teacher was, she deserves an award," I say.

"Does it have to be a she?" he asks, licking his lips. Dang!

"Why? Have you been gay?" That got him to laugh, while I was freaking inside. I am jealous of all the women who have tasted his lips and the sweet liquid in his mouth.

"For your peace of mind, gayism has never crossed my mind, and I didn't learn kissing from any woman. But I can be your teacher. It will be my pleasure, and I won't change anything. You like the sound of that?" He pecks my lips again. I like his mode of seduction. His offer is exciting, but...

"Naah! I will pass. Thank you for the offer anyway." I wink at him, and he smiles, looking away for a second. I would love to learn like that, but one thing might lead to another, and boom! We jump from deep to deeper.

"Are you sure?" He leans to plant another charm on my lips, but I put my index finger between his lips and mine. He kisses my finger instead. "Every flesh of your body is kissable, you know? Just that there are some that are more sweet than others."

What has gotten into this guy all of a sudden? If somebody hears him talk like this, they will think we have eaten even the forbidden fruit. Gosh! Did he drink something before we left his house? But this version of his, huh? It's a total charm, and I am afraid of what it can do to me or make me do.

"Why did you do it in front of Shane?" I asked about changing the topic because the way down that road is so slippery.

"To shut his mouth up. To make him understand the meaning of staying out of other people's business." He answers, and he doesn't seem bothered at all. I didn't know he was a jerk. A sweet, heart-stirring, naughty jerk!

"But we were the ones who were not mindful of his presence." I remark.

"He had the option of just getting out quietly without opening his big mouth." He says.

"But what does he think of us now?" I ask.

"Let's find out."

Huh? We what? He pulls me to him, unlocking the door, and he jumps out, holding my hand and motioning for me to follow. That was fast! Outside, we meet Shane standing still, turning to us when Deep clears his throat to catch his attention.

"That was fast, boss. I thought you would go for at least an hour." Jeez! The mind of this guy! What is he thinking? Wait, is he even talking to his boss like that? "By the way, boss, as early as now, I give you my blessings. Make her your wife, even tonight itself. She is worth both the hurry and the wait."

Okay! And as early as now, I corroborate that this Shane guy has a loose screw in his head. He is totally insane.

Deep throws me a glance, and he smiles. I don't know what he makes out of Shane's silly jokes and wild imaginations, but I am stuck at his last sentence. "You understand that blabbering like that to your boss can get you into trouble, right?" Deep says, changing into a bossy, dominant look, while Shane is now scratching his head.

"Sorry, Mr. Moore! But she is so gorgeous. Don't keep her waiting. You got to speed up your gane before someone else beats you to it." Shane adds. He is so full of words, huh?

"Give me the car keys and get the hell out of here. If possible, don't show your annoying face to me again." Deep says.

I would like to think that the poor guy is getting fired for his stupid jokes, but the way he is so calm does not suggest that the case is as serious as I am taking it to be.

"Are you sure, boss? You can find an excellent and handsome driver like me. Who will wait outside your office, even up to three after midnight, and pick you up at five or four sometimes? Who will bear with your mother's yelling when you refuse to answer her calls because you are buried with work? Oh, and don't even think of telling me that you can drive yourself, because you and I know you can't manage keeping your eyes on the busy roads, answering a hundred calls, checking mail, and going through some documents. Unless you want to die, which I am sure you don't want to, after finding your missing rip, this guy is sure full of nonsense. Missing rip my.. but that sounds sweet. Deep's missing rip My, my, my! But is this guy that busy? Then again, I guess he is.

"Just get your annoying ass out of my way already." Deep grabs the car keys, while Shane smiles at him. He takes my hand, pulling me along towards the entrance of the house. Just three steps away, we are stopped by Shane's voice again.

This guy never runs out of words, doesn't he? "Take care of her, man! And watch out; someone else might steal her away from him."

"And you better hurry to your wife, man. Your neighbor might be making a move while you are here yapping nonsense." Deep retorts.

Ouch!

"Ouch! You don't have to be so harsh, buddy!" Shane says.

"Now you know how it feels. Take a day off tomorrow and be with your wife." Deep says.

"No, wait! You are kidding. Why? What's up?" He walks to us. “

"I am traveling out of the city tomorrow," Deep says.

"Okay. And Jayson? He won't need me."

"No. I will tell him you will be off. So enjoy yourself tomorrow."

"Thanks, man." They embrace for a quick hug.

Oh, so they can speak properly without getting into each other's necks, huh? And Shane, so he can talk like a normal person without ranting? Wow, I couldn't have known. "Take care." Deep says. They seem close. Annoying buddies.

"Sure. Miss. Gia! See you around! And take care of this gentleman whenever I am not around."

"Sure, I will, Shane. Bye." As he walks out, we start our way into the house.