Chapter 4: Summoned

Eden's POV

He wants to see me? Why does he want to see me? Well, I know why but... Why? Does he want to scold me for walking in on him naked? Or does he want to fire me? Wait, can he fire me?

Oh God! My mind is a mountain of questions right now and my heart is beating fast. I don't want to lose my job, especially not on my very first day. That'll only prove that I'm the loser my dad says I am. This is a disaster. Everything is a disaster.

I can't stop cursing myself right now. Why the hell did I waltz into his bathroom like that? Couldn't I at least have knocked first before entering? But then again, there was no way I could've known that he was inside. The bedroom was practically empty and I didn't hear a sound coming from the bathroom.

Is it possible that the bathroom is soundproof? It doesn't matter now anyway. I'm in big trouble and that's what I have to worry about. I've only been working here for a few hours and I've already seen him naked. I can't believe it! I just hope this doesn't affect my job.

I take a very deep breath and slowly head to Sir Oliver's bedroom. If I had my way, I'd run and hide from that man for as long as I worked here. But that's impossible and I might not even keep working here after he's through with me.

When I get to his bedroom door, I pause, swallow hard and softly knock on the door. “Enter,” a deep voice says and I swallow again, bracing myself for whatever is going to happen before quietly stepping inside.

The moment I'm in, I try to compose myself but I fail miserably. I come face-to-face with Sir Oliver sitting on the edge of his king-sized bed, a white towel wrapped around his waist.

He glances up to meet my nervous gaze, the sly smile on his face now replaced with an unreadable expression. Frankly, he looks a lot more serious now than he was when I walked in on him. I just hope I'm not in trouble.

“Closer,” his husky voice breaks my train of thoughts, making me more nervous and slightly confused.

What does he want with me?

I do as I'm told, stepping further into the bedroom, hands clasped together and eyes pinned to the floor.

“Name?” He speaks after a short while and it seems his voice gets huskier and deeper with every word that comes out of his mouth.

I lift my gaze from the floor and look him in the eye. “Huh?” I ask, with furrowed brows.

He leans back slightly, his eyes narrowing as if assessing me. “Your name. What is it?”

I can sense the hint of impatience in his tone.

“Oh, it's, uh, Eden,” I manage to stammer out, feeling my cheeks flush under his intense stare.

“Eden...,” he draws out the word like he's testing it on his tongue.

It feels strange, hearing him say my name like that—almost intimately, making an unusual tingling sensation run down my spine.

“Eden,” he repeats, this time slower, letting each syllable roll off his tongue, making it sound even more intimate if possible. The way he says it causes my body to flush warm and my heart to pound against my chest.

My name has never sounded so tasteful before.

“That's a fitting name for a woman who has the audacity to barge into my private space without so much as a knock, don't you agree?”

“I-I didn't mean to intrude, Sir Oliver,” I tell him in a rush, fear knotting in the pit of my stomach. “I swear, I didn't know you were in the bathroom. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Please don't fire me.”

Sir Oliver stands up slowly, the towel slipping slightly as he moves and my cheeks flush crimson as I quickly avert my gaze. But something inside of me propels me to look at it again and my breath catches in my throat when I see the clear outline of his shaft.

The long, thick outline is unmistakable. The image of his uncovered dick pops in my head—hard, thick with a slight curve and a pinkish head. It was such a sight to behold. And even now, I can't seem to...

Oh dear!

Despite my best efforts to look away, I find my eyes drawn back to the huge bulge straining against the towel. My body sizzles, I finally force myself to look away and peer into the eyes of Sir Oliver.

This man is gorgeous! He's tall, his body is sculpted to perfection, each muscle defined and hard from hours in the gym obviously. His godlike form is an enchanting spell, pulling me in. Oh, and his...

Shame on you, Eden! You're probably about to get fired on your first day at work and all you can think of is how hot this man is!

I clear my throat and begin to apologize again. “I'm really sorry about... the incident. It won't happen again, I promise.”

“Oh, I don't know about that,” Sir Oliver says, closing the space between us. “I might just have to start leaving the door unlocked for you.”

What? What does he mean by that?

“You don't have to apologize, Eden,” he continues, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from my face. “In fact, I rather enjoyed the surprise.”

I'm speechless, confused, shocked and whatever other adjective fits the state I'm in. I don't understand what's going on. What is he saying?

Sir Oliver's eyes slowly rake down my body, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He moves closer, too close. His proximity is electrifying and his scent breathtaking.

His rich blend of lavender and the intoxicating musk of his masculine shower gel on his soaked skin makes me almost melt. It's an irresistible combination. I find myself wanting to be closer to him and to breathe him in.

He lowers his face to mine and when he speaks again, his voice is like warm velvet against my skin. “Don't worry, I'm not going to fire you or scold you.”

I let out a sigh of relief but when his fingers caress my neck and trace patterns there, my whole body tenses up. I become very uncomfortable yet there's this contrasting underlying feeling I can't explain.

“You aren't?” I ask in a shaky voice.

“That's right. In fact,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my skin as he stares hard at me and holds my chin. “I think we can find a way to make this little... incident... work in both our favour.”

“How?”

“Simple,” he replies, his gaze darkening. “You strip and we call it even.”