Chapter 4 – Eleanour Marino, can I kiss you?

It is crazy how I was so bold to ask this question to my boss, no less, but knowing this man, he wouldn’t mind, so I looked at him anticipating his answer.

The corner of his lips curves into a smile and he says, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“That is why I asked, sir,” my voice sounded bratty as I asked the question, almost bridging the wall of professionalism in between us.

“We are here, and I would like you to investigate my type and find yourself,” he says with a wink, “Come on, let us get some food.”

I guess this man does have some humor in him. I just haven’t had a longer conversation with him to know.

We were able to get VIP treatment when we got to the place because Mr. Beckett, the owner, knew him from when he was a kid, and he had always come to buy food there.

It was shocking how the restaurant was not fancy at all and still every server talked to him like they were old friends.

We both ordered and, as I was not familiar with the place, Brian ordered it for me.

We are almost outside the building when I hear a familiar laugh, and when I look at one of the tables, I see Miles with some lady.

 I want to walk there and say hi, but I am shocked when they lock lips.

I feel embarrassed and shocked at the same time, “Are you okay?”

“Yes!” I say quickly, “let us go, I am famished.”

He didn’t inquire about it the whole ride, making me more nervous. We both just saw my boyfriend cheating on me. Why isn’t he asking anything?

“We decided to open up our relationship,” I blurted out. I felt like the silence was awkward and, at the same time, telling this man I was cheated on would be extra weird.

A perfectionist like him would fire me just because I couldn’t choose the right partner, and that was a dreadful thing to happen. I loved this job.

“Is that so?” He looks at me skeptically. I look back at him. I can feel tears but there is no way I am crying here.

“Yes, remember I asked you about it?”

“You did,” he looks to the road, and it is silent again. That is until we reach my apartment, and he parks. I tried to open the door to leave but it was locked.

“Sir?”

“If you are in an open relationship, does this mean you can sleep with whoever you like?”

“Yes, he sleeps with whoever he likes, and I sleep with whoever, just as long as we come back to each other.”

He looks at me still skeptically. I feel shame, embarrassment. Why am I telling this man all these lies? My own selfish pride? This man wouldn’t fire me for such petty reasons.

He extended his arm to touch my lips, his eyes still on mine looking like he was battling an apocalypse.

His hand on my lips feels glorious, and that makes me understand why many women hated how I worked for this man. I almost let out a moan when he moved his thumb on my lips.

“Then, Eleanour Marino, can I kiss you?”

I don’t know if it was because I felt betrayed by my boyfriend, or maybe I was just attracted to Mr. Beckett all along, but without hesitation I reply, “Yes please.”

The kiss is very hot and gentle, one of his hands attaches to my thigh and even with the fabric of my skirt between us, I can feel his finger digging into my skin.

I did not waste time before my hand was around his neck and I deepened our kiss. I don’t know if I was just plain horny, but I didn’t want our lips to part.

After the kiss, shame, and embarrassment washed over me when our eyes met, I just made out with my boss.

He looked down at my thigh and his hand tore holes in my skirt and his fingers were really on my bare thigh.

“Sorry about that,” he says, and union we both say different versions. “I will get you a new skirt,” he says at the same time as I am saying, “that should not have happened.”

“Really,” he asks, “and here I was ready to ask for another kiss.”

Shameless, Brian Beckett was not a shameless man, he was a perfect man, who would never look at me with lust salivating our previous kiss.

“Mr. Beckett? Are you okay?”

“I am perfectly fine, anyway, if you feel like that was a mistake and we shouldn’t do it again, that is your decision, and I respect it,” he casually says.

I opened his car door collecting and got ready to go out. I look back at him and he is still looking at me. “Goodnight, Miss Marino,” he mutters.

I felt naked under his gaze, and somehow, I felt guilty, like I had just discovered something he had been hiding for a long time and now that it was out, he was going to be shameless about it.

“Goodnight, Mr. Beckett,” I mutter shyly, my lips tingle as our eyes meet. Got one kiss. Is this what has become of me from just one illicit kiss?