There before me stood Cassius and Amelia. Cassius I was expecting, but the brunette...
What is she doing here?
Did I do something wrong that she has come to scold me.
My eyes got lost in Amelia's icy blue as I stared at her speechless, not knowing what to say. The woman's presence always disconcerts me.
She was wearing a frown as if displeased about something. And her unhappy about anything got my heart racing in apprehension.
"Mmhmm"
Cassius coughed gently reminding me of his presence.
I dragged my eyes away from Amelia's beautiful face to his handsome face and then to his hand to see him holding a plate.
My dinner.
A smile formed on my lips at the sight of the food that was interrupted by a loud growl that came somewhere. Which I am sure wasn't my stomach.
My face flushed red as Cassius laughed softly, while Amelia moved herself into the house without speaking to either of us.
The way she walked in like she was pissed at something made Cassius ask: "Is she alright?"
I looked behind towards Amelia, only to catch her ass as it switched seductively with each stride she took.
Blushing hotly at the fact that I noticed such thing about my employer, I looked away hurriedly and looked up at Cassius hoping that the heat I was feeling at my cheeks wasn't noticeable.
"I don't know," I answered honestly.
"Looks like you are going to be pretty busy," he muttered looking inside again.
There was a hint of disappointment in his voice that wasn't reflected in his face. He sounded like he wanted to spend time with me.
I wouldn't have minded. He is a lovely company. But I don't think I would be. Not with how tired I am.
"I am sorry," I apologized softly, with a softened look in his direction.
A light smile played across his lips at my apology. "Don't worry about it. There is always tomorrow," his smile widened as he said this. "Here, enjoy," he stretched out the plate to me.
"Thank you so much."
He blushed at the much gratefulness in my voice. "Hey, it is not a big deal. I love to cook." A shy awkward smile followed his admission, like he thinks it makes him less manly to admit that.
It was so far from the truth. I don't think anything will ever make the tall dark and handsome in front of me less manly. Also, a man that can cook is very sexy. At least for me.
"And I can't cook. So we make a perfect pair," I smiled.
I was teasing, but his brown eyes grew darker at my words, making me straighten up from the leaning position that I was in.
"Do you mean it?" he asked in a soft deep timbre that vibrated across my flesh.
At this moment he looked so hot and sexy, that I would have jumped him had it not been for a sexy even hotter woman waiting for me inside.
I didn't know how Amelia will react to me making out with my neighbor. I am here to work for her. Yet to learn the rules involved in this arrangement.
Am I allowed to pursue other prospects.
Maybe I will ask her when I get inside. For now I have to deal with this awkward tensed situation that has gotten serious.
"Yeah. We make a perfect pair, as friends," I added with a nervous smile.
The light extinguished from his brown eyes, replaced by dark cloud of disappointment.
"Yeah, friends," he mumbled. His voice sounding like he wasn't pleased with the fact that I just friend zoned him.
It was at the tip of my tongue to apologized but instead I chose to run away.
"Thank you so much for the food. I better go in and eat it before it gets cold. Goodnight." I quickly closed the door on his face before he could utter a word.
I leaned my body slightly against the close door, trying to get my beating heart to normal, while inside my head I worried if I was doing the right thing.
Cassius is a great guy. Any woman will be lucky to have him. Have I just messed up turning him down?
I shook my head.
Being with someone right now will be an added complication that I wasn't willing to deal with. Amelia and her husband are a lot already. A relationship, even just a physical one will just be too much.
So it is been decided that we will be friends with the hot neighbor.
As I walked towards the living room, a part of me felt disappointed that I had just missed out on something great.
Inside the living room I was shocked to see Amelia waiting.
Where is she?
I took a turn towards the kitchen, and there she was waiting. A glass of wine in her hands.
I frowned at the fact that I always see her drinking.
She didn't react to my presence and looked like she was lost in thought.
Her unawareness gave me few seconds just to observe her.
She was really stunning. As I stared at her all I could think about is that I wanted her to kiss me again.
She is the best kiss I have ever had.
I know. Surprising right.
I wondered if it is her, or maybe I have a repressed attraction to women.
That is something I probably need to find out. Maybe that could put a stop to this attraction I have for her.
"Hey," I called out softly to announce my presence while I made my way to the Island to drop the food Cassius made for me.
The only reaction she gave me was to turn and look at me briefly and then she looked away.
Her silent regard made me nervous that I abandoned the food that every bit of me is itching to have to deal with whatever has her in bad mood.
"Is everything alright?"
There was a note of concern in my voice, and also in my expression. Amelia wasn't much of a talker but tonight she was being unusually silent.
"I want you to stop seeing him," she muttered coldly without looking in my direction.
"Excuse me!" I blurted out, wondering by he whom she meant.
Her husband or Cassius?
"You heard me." She dropped the wine glass on the island and got to her feet. She turned towards me and I became the very focus of her entire attention.
Being under the powerful icy regard of those intense blue eyes made me squirm inside, and feel warm in places I shouldn't be feeling anything.
Not when it comes to this intense woman.
"Well, I don't understand. You want me to stop seeing your husband. I thought that was the point of these whole thing," I rambled, my anxiety making speak without thinking much of what was coming out from my mouth.
"Shh," she placed her right index finger to my lips to get me to shut up.
When did she close the distance between us?
The feel of warm flesh against my lips caused my heart to leap to my throat, and the breath to catch.
Shut up I did, and slowly pulled my eyes to her face to find her watching me intently. Every thought disappeared from my mind.
What were we talking about again?
Her finger withdrew leaving me feeling a little cold and deprived on my lips. I continued to stare at her with my heart beating in my throat. Every part of me was so aware of her.
"I don't want you seeing that neighbor of yours again," she whispered.
Did her voice get deeper, and sexier or is it just my imagination, and libido thinking it did.
I should probably argue that she doesn't have the right to tell me to stop seeing someone. That I am a free human being and can see whomever I want. The only issue is getting the brain to think anything other than her full pink lips just within reach.
Maybe my head is thinking but every other part of me isn't listening.
"Do it," she commanded softly, the heat in her eyes intensifying.
"Do what?" I managed to force out through the thickness in my throat.
"What you desire to do."
There is only one thing I really desired right now.
My eyes flickered from her sexy lips to her beautiful blues and then back to her lips. I leaned up and captured their softness with my own.
We both moaned at the feel of our flesh against each other.
She immediately took control of the kiss, deepening and evoking every desire inside me. It didn't take long for me to grow wet, and demanding for more.
She moved us until I leaned against the island and then her hand slipped under my gown. She moved them up my thigh, rousing soft sounds of pleasure from me, while our kissing grew hotter and more aggressive that it was bruising.
She slipped her long fingers passed my panties, and without warning pushed a single digit into my wet channel.
"Ah!!!" I moaned loudly into her lips, shooting out my hips towards her thrusting fingers.
She didn't let up with the kiss, but increased the pace of her thrusting fingers. She added another finger further stretching the walls of my pussy and driving me insane with pleasure.
I pulled my lips away from her to scream my release.
Amelia held me without speaking until my breathing slowed and then she let go.
I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and opened my eyes to see her adjusting her clothes and looking ready to leave. She has yet to look at me.
"Wow. Where did that come from?" I tried to get her to say something, but all I got was a cold shoulder, which made me worried.
"Hey, what is wrong?"
She turned to look at me with no warmth in her eyes. "I am sorry, but I have to leave," she muttered coldly and then left the kitchen.
Her cold treatment felt like being drowned with a bucket of cold water that sapped all the pleasure that I felt few seconds ago.