Chapter 11
Chapter 11: In which he takes her by surprise.
I came to with a start when I heard voices in my room.
Did a burglar decide to break into an old, dingy, rundown apartment? If so, then maybe I can borrow something from him, since he must have already found out what a terrible mistake that was. How about I told him to pay my next month’s rent in return for not calling the cops?
Exactly how delusional was I right now? I was supposed to be sick, not high. Was I actually thinking about making deals with a burglar? Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me?
Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone.
Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-boss?
"How did you get in?" I asked with my voice sounding like I just ate a gallon of ice cream all at once.
Mmmmm...ice cream sounds real nice…
His head jerked towards me and he ended the call before rushing to my side. "How are you feeling?" he asked, placing his hands on my forehead, checking my temperature.
"Fine. Now tell me how you got in?" I said with more emphasis, trying to prove that I really was fine, except that my throat would put the Sahara Desert to shame.
He must have understood that too, since he immediately handed me a glass of water from the bedside table.
I gladly accepted it, brought it to my mouth and took a huge gulp...and chocked.
Is this a Cut glass? Since when did I have such expensive glasses in my house? And why are the walls painted a nice lilac colour instead of the faded yellow with crusty and chipped paint? AND WHY AM I SLEEPING IN A FUCKING COMFORTABLE KING SIZED BED?!
"Hello? Savannah? Are you okay?" A hard waving in front of my face snapped me out of my open mouthed gaping.
"Where the hell am I?" I shrieked, panicked, but my voice came out more like a strangled banshee, making me wince.
"Jesus! Calm down woman!" Nate snapped, covering my mouth with his hand and taking the glass of water out of my hands.
"First of all, you didn't show up for work today so I thought you might be upset about yesterday, so I called. When you didn't answer, I went to check up on you and then after a full 10minutes of pounding on your door, you finally open it, only to faint in front of me. So I got worried and brought you to my apartment, called the doctor and had him check you and just imagine my surprise when he told me you fell ill because of undernourishment!" He removed his hand from my mouth when he finished.
"First, is 'undernourishment' even a word? Secondly…you were worried about me?" I asked, a bit to happily for my sake.
"Is that the only thing you heard?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Oh no. I just totally loved the speech you gave on wildlife conservation and world peace," I finished with a charming smile, to which...he pouted.
"OH MY GOD! Did Nathan Synclair just pout?" I said laughing.
The look he gave me made me laugh even harder. Before I knew, we were both holding our stomach, laughing like there was no tomorrow.
"Sorry...it's....just that....you look really cute when you pout," I said in between gasps.
"Cute, huh? Someone's being very observant," he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, making me blush.
"Oh hush! I did not!" I denied, but by now my face was redder than a tomato.
"Oh really?" he laughed, making me hide my face behind my hair. "You look cute when you blush," he said removing my hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear.
When I looked up, my eyes widened as I saw just how close he was to my face. Our lips barely centimeters apart and his warm breath fanning my cheeks.
Something about him just had me mesmerized. I couldn't draw back even if I wanted to, and fact was, I didn't want to. His electric blue eyes held me captive as I glanced down at his soft pink lips. They looked so soft. How would they taste? Will they be just as soft under my lips?
I hadn't even realized that I had leaned forward, not until I saw his Adam’s apple moving. But I wasn’t the only one who had leaned in. It was as if an invisible magnet was pulling us both closer…closer…until our lips met in a tender kiss, frying every nerve ending in my body. He must have felt something too because he drew in a sharp breath.
I don't know when it happened or how, but soon my arms were wrapped around his neck and his were tangled in my hair. We both drew closer, trying to get as close to each other as humanly possible while our lips moved in sync. His lips were just as soft as I imagined it would be and it made my toes curl. Damn, it’s been a long time since I had kissed someone like this.
And when the magical kiss was at its peak, our breaths mixing, our heart beats a tattoo against our chest...my stomach growled like a starved tiger.
We immediately pulled apart, still breathing heavily.
And then Nathan started to laugh, again.
Damn you tummy! Way to ruin the moment!
