[ELLIS' POV]
There are eyes at me, I know he will be curious about why am I acting weird, strange, and full of confidence. He knew me too well.
He's been asking me if I'm fine which I'm not fine, I'm not okay with what's going on.
I didn't have enough sleep for these past few days when we first met. I'm not good at all.
I'm confused. No, I already admitted to Dione that I'm in love with him, but... there's still a barrier between us.
As soon as I finished making tortillas, I put them on the plate and prepares some orange juice which is our favorite drink.
His place is neat, everything is organized and the things that are needed in the kitchen are easily be found.
He doesn't cook but, his things remain without dirt or dust. Does he have a maid?
"Where do you want to eat?" I asked.
He didn't take a nap or sleep, he just sits on the sofa, looking at me differently.
He's observing me.
"We can eat here." He answered and I brought the plates and the drinks to the sofa using a tray he has.
"This looks amazing." He says.
It's the first time he compliments my food because it's my first time making one.
I've been leaving alone after mom left and I've learned how to live alone and prioritizes myself. I cook, I do the dishes, I laundry, I iron my clothes, and buy groceries.
He grabs a bite and he chews it fully which he looks like a chipmunk, which made me smile deep inside.
He looks at me, "It tastes so good."
"Of course!" I say proudly.
Now, how will I make him open a subject on being sexually active or horny? Or what happened in that office.
I need answers now.
I grab my tortilla and I take a bite but faking a clumsy Ellis will do, I think.
I got something on my lower lips, a sauce and he's already looking at me.
I lick slowly the sauce on my lower lip and seeing him looking at me is making me want to escape and cry of embarrassment. But I need to do this if he will not tell me.
Another thing being clumsy and dirty is a sauce on my pants which is really cliche in films but why not try it now and see what he does?
Maybe, he will help me clean it? Push me against the sofa? Got mad and tells me what's going on?
"I got my pants dirty," I said.
"It's okay, you can borrow mine."
What? No, that's not it.
He put his tortilla on his plate and washes his hands, "Wait here, I'll get one." He says and went to his room.
"No, that's not what I expected," I whisper.
I sigh.
I'm eating the tortilla as I continue to think.
But knowing him, he's not that type of man that goes wild like a tiger, but I know something will trigger him.
I don't know him when it comes to these things especially when I'm not even sure if he's straight or not.
But doing THAT in the office with me, a guy is something. And also, Eryx... something is going on.
My head hurts from all this thinking.
"El."
He calls out, "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay."
"I have here shorts or jogging pants-"
"Shorts." I quickly said and he hands me it.
Which is a good way to seduce him.
Fuck.
Am I going to seduce him using shorts?
"I'll change. Where's your comfort room?"
"Over there." He pointed behind the sofa, near the vase.
I quickly went to the comfort room and locked the door. My heart is beating fast, why am I even doing this? Is this really what I want?
But, it's the only way if he's not going to tell me or confess to me.
I sigh.
I change on the shorts which is a garterized one, so I could stretch it out if it is too big for me. But it fits perfectly.
The holes are loose if I can sit up in front of him, maybe he can see what's inside of the shorts.
Okay, erase.
I'm being ridiculously desperate. Yes, I am desperate because I've been thinking nonstop.
I got out of the comfort room and went to the sofa, he already finished his plate and also the orange juice that I've prepared.
He's sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, ignoring the fact that I'm here.
"Busy?" I say.
"No, I just received an email from President Nerio regarding one of our projects."
"Oh."
"Does it fits?" He asked.
"See for yourself."
I modeled it for him and turned around and he's looking at me, normally.
So, it doesn't affect him.
He puts his phone down.
"El, tell me, what do you want to do?"
I want you to tell me what happened in the office and why you did that.
"Let's see, oh! Do you have a library here?"
What kind of question is that? Library... here?
I'm not that desperate.
"No, I don't. But, I have an office that has plenty of books."
"Office? You have here? Where?"
"I'm not using it daily. But I have, it's over there, beside my room." He says.
"Can I see it?"
"Sure." He stood up and went to his office.
I followed him.
Office.
Okay, I think this is a good shot.
When we enter his office, it's big and neat. All of his books are organized, everything is clean like his kitchen.
"It's clean because I rarely used it." He chuckles and continues, "Mostly, I do my work at the company or here on my phone. I'm not used to having an office at home."
He shows his phone.
"But I have my laptop here, on the drawer."
"Okay," I whisper as I roam the room.
Seeing his books, well organized in alphabetical order, made me recall some days that I usually disorganized his things and he doesn't get mad at me for doing that.
"You don't need a maid to clean your place because you can do these things by yourself."
I say to him.
He smiles, "You know me, I like to clean."
I went to his chair and sits on it.
"Wow, this is comfy," I say.
"Griffin chose that chair he chose the place for me and also the furniture."
"Really? He has good taste."
I lean to the chair, making him remember what happened in the office. Come on, do something, Eros.
"Maybe I can let Griffin choose a chair for you."
What. It doesn't affect him?
Maybe... on the table?
"Your table is quite empty." I say and I sit on the table, "Your table is smooth."
"El."
I lay on the table and stretch my arms.
"This is good. You can do whatever you want here in the office." I said.
He's looking at me.
I don't know what he's thinking but I know that it affects him.
"When was the last time you're here?" I asked.
"A few days ago, I think."
Oh. Right. He just came back from abroad.
"And what did you do?" I just lay there and facing him while he's still standing, talking to me.
"Read books."
"Oh. Do you want to do something else?"
I slowly said in a seductive way which I don't know if it is seductive.
I mean, I know how to be horny but not in this way. Castor is the one who always does the seductive voice but erases Castor for now.
I need answers from Eros.
"El, what do you think you're doing?"
Does he know now?
"You know what I mean," I say to him.
He sighs, "We should stay outside-"
I quickly got up, "No!"
He stops.
"I-I want it here."
He turns around, "Why?"
"Because... it's an office." I whisper.
"I know what you're trying to do."
"Good. Because I'm not good at this."
"Why do you need to do these things just to get an answer?" So, he knows. He knows!
"Because you're keeping it quiet, Ros. And I've been thinking about it. I can't get enough sleep because of that!" I looked down.
He walks to me while I'm still sitting at the table, he gets closer.
"El, if you want something to eat, just say it. You don't have these things just to let me ask you that, you're still a child as ever."
WHAT?
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you just left your tortilla on the table and you only took one to three bites. I know you don't Mexican food. You want Japanese food, right?"
No. This is not the point. I thought he gets it!
So much for a smart and businessman.
I sigh.
"So, do you want katsudon? Tonkatsu?"
He asked.
"I don't want to eat, Ros! I need something else!" I say to him, quite aloud.
He's looking at me and I quickly locked his waist using my legs to get closer to me.
He's surprised but did not move.
"W-what, El, what are you doing?"
"Food is not what I want, Ros," I say to him.
I'm trying to look at him without being embarrassed because I'm not used to these things.
But I'm being dominant right now.
Wait. Did I just admit that I'm not?
Shit. Why is his butt squishy and round? I can feel it in my legs.
I move my face closer to his face even if he's taller than me, but I'm looking at him in the eye and seeing him, he's nervous.
I looked at him up and down to his pants which is making a move on him, but I'm faking it!
"What do you want, El?" He says.
I touch his chest slowly up to his neck.
"You."
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