Iona sat in the little space, Mr Bentley had created for her but it didn't take her long to realise that the space was too little.
She tried to endure it since it would only be a while but between the boxes on her right and the armrest on her left her butt felt stuck and suffocated.
When Mr Bentley had made the space for her to sit, she had wanted to point out the space looked too small for her but she didn't want to draw any attention to the size of her behind. Especially not Mr Bentley's attention.
The man was too fine and if she had options she would have been thinking about trying to work elsewhere just to eliminate the distraction.
But she needed to eat to be good enough for her degree.
Onyx couldn't remember the last time he took a flash shower. He was hardly ever late to anything. He liked to take his time and pamper every detail of his look into perfection. Now today that he felt the urge to do that the most, he didn't have time.
Onyx put on a flannel shirt and some shorts. He liked that he looked regular in them. The last thing he needed was to give in to his urge of appearing pretty like a belle to the ball in front of Miss Quinn.
Yet he couldn't resist switching out the studs in his ear for something that caught the light more, a tiny 24 carat clear diamond. When he flashed his smile in the mirror the lights in his bathroom bounced off of his teeth and stud.
Even as he brushed his beard he knew he had given in to the appeal of looking good in the presence of Miss Quinn. Who wouldn't the way she looked at him was something quite different from how he was used to being looked at but it felt nice.
From the first time he had caught a glance of her through his glass door a single sentence of a song lyric kept ringing in his head.
'your skin just like pearls...'
Onyx leaned away smirking at his giddiness.
'You're a damn fool Bentley. Will you never learn?'.
He concluded that the answer was a no. Pretty faces had a chokehold on him especially if there was a curvy body and a little bit of humour.
That was the deadly combo that had blinded him towards his ex-fiancee real character.
He should have known early if he allowed himself to pay attention to the things she said in the name of humour.
But Miss Quins humour was different he could already tell.
'You goof', he said out loud to himself.
Making sure his waves looked neat, Onyx slipped his feet into a pair of crocs and went down the stairs the lyrics to that song still in the back of his mind.
Regardless of all he was feeling he was a man with impeccable composure and the minute he stepped out of the room he was as much business like as one needed to be with a nanny.
Iona endured the booty suffocation for a little bit more before it became too overwhelming. She struggled to her feet doing her best not to knock over any boxes.
Looking around the room she tried to find space to move the box on her right. There was a glass cofee table with nothing on it. The entire room was peppered with boxes except for the coffee table so Iona guessed that it was a fragile piece of furniture. She wondered what, if it was a fragile piece of furniture, it would be doing sitting amidst so many heavy looking boxes but she wasn't about to find out and fall into debt. With some more looking around, Iona figured she could move one box from the chair to the top of another larger box in the corner. So she attempted it, except she was no Mr Bentley.
She huffed and puffed a few more seconds and still failed miserably.
What even was in the box? The minute that thought occured to Iona, she told herself that this wasn't her house, she had no right to peep in the box and she was already pushing boundaries by moving her future bosses stuff without permission hoping to hit him with an 'I hope you don't mind' when he returned.
However even as she reminded herself of where she was her eyes caught a few ornaments in the opened box.
There was a vase-seemed like Mr Bentley had a thing for vases- it was white with swirling gold designs and two large circular black spots. It was a pretty vase. Iona touched it and felt the weight of the vase. When she peered further into the box there were about five other vases of similar size and designs. Beneath the vases was a bunch of other ornaments.
Even though she knew that she was well past her boundaries Iona wasn't bothered. She felt that if she emptied out the top vases somewhere safe she could move the box and then arrange the vases back in before Mr Bentley returned. Grabbing the first vase she placed it on the glass table. When her hand went back into the box, it fetched a fancy silver candle holder rather than another vase. She placed it beside the vase on the table and then pulled out another vase from the box. This one was a black marble vase with white splashes of design. She absent mindedly placed the second vase on the other side of the candle holder then paused in pleasant shock.
The vases with the candle in the middle sitting on the pretty glass table was actually aesthetically pleasing. The colors and the light complimented each other well.
Iona couldn't help but smile at her beautiful mistake.
'So you have a talent for interior decor?'
Iona startled at the sound of Mr Bentley's voice. Unfortunately her head was already nodding yes before she turned around to face him.