Sixty Dates To Marry You.

Chapter 3: You are wet

"You are wet," he said suddenly, and I jerked in my seat looking at him.

I assumed, I had heard wrong "Pardon?" I asked, feeling my cheeks redden..

"You should get changed," he said, stopping in front of Chanel.

I paused, staring at the building. "What's happening?"

"Like I said, get changed. Your wet clothes are ruining my leather seats, so go in and get yourself a new outfit. I'll be back in a few minutes," he said casually.

And I just stood there, there, not moving an inch. "A regular shopping mall would be fine sir, this place is too expensive."

He looked at me for a moment. "Are you arguing with me?"

I shook my head. "No, sir, it's just that I can't afford the clothes here."

"Did I ask you to pay?" He asked, looking a little ticked off.

He took hold of my hand and pulled me into the Chanel boutique "Mr Darlos." a high-pitched voice called out.

"Mrs Max, good to see you."

"Good to see you too, honey, and who do we have here? Your wife?" She questioned, and my cheeks turned red.

Mr Darlos shook his head. "No, she's my P. A. She's here for a change of clothes, so please get her dressed, also get her a clean pair of shoes."

The nice, middle-aged, lovely lady smiled. "At your service, Mr Darlos."

"I'll be back soon." He told me and left.

Never in my life had I imagined myself actually shopping at Chanel. My husband had been moderately rich, but he wasn't very generous with his money. In fact, he used his money to control my life drastically.

In ways that still haunted me, "So let's get shopping."

The woman said with excitement, "So how do you know my nephew?" the woman asked while showing me a variety of bags.

"We just met Mrs. ----"

"Max, called me Mrs Max. Everyone does." She picked out some clothes and shoved them into my hands. "My nephew has never brought a girl to me, his dated a couple models, actresses, musicians but his never actually taken anyone shopping. If you didn't just meet him, I would assume you had known each other forever."

She looked at the pile in my arms, then pushed me gently towards the dressing room. "Oh dear, I'm just a housekeeper, madam." I corrected her trying on the clothes.

"A housekeeper? Wow, that's rare. What do we make of this Cinderella romance?" Mrs Max said excitedly while I stepped out of the dressing room, "Stunning. You are so beautiful. No wonder he is taken with you." She chuckled.

I smiled unconsciously. "He just met me, Aunty. I think you are thinking too much."

"Nonsense!" she exclaimed, showing me to the mirror. "Only a fool wouldn't see how beautiful you are, my dear."

"I'm serious. That boy has never shown any emotion. I actually thought he was gay until today. When I called you his wife, he blushed." She squealed.

I paused, remembering. His face "He did?"

"Of course he did. I've never seen him so shy." She chuckled.

The curtains opened and Josh stepped in. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He didn't give off any emotion as he looked at me. "Are you done?" he simply asked, and I nodded, deciding on a two-piece burgundy outfit with beige heels.

"Isn't she stunning Joshy?" She asked him and his guarded gaze shifted to me, then back to her.

"The bill" was all he simply said.

By the time we returned to the car, the silence was a bit dramatic. "I'll pay you back for the clothes." I said.

And he said nothing. I couldn't even tell if he heard me. "Did you hear me?"

"I did"

"And you feel you shouldn't reply to me?"

"Am I obligated to?"

I took a deep breath. The man gets on my nerves. Honestly, he rattles me. "You want to pay me back?"

"Every penny."

"Why?"

"I don't like to be indebted or depend on anyone." I said curtly.

He gave me a look, his lovely eyes piercing into mine. He moved suddenly, and I flinched. He paused. Blinking a few times as I held my arms around my face to shield myself from him.

The emotions in his eyes captured me. His eyes had the prettiest browns, yellows, and green in a harmonious blend. Framed by the longest, thickest lashes "I will not hurt you." he whispered.

That's when I realized how close he was to me. I cleared my throat as I felt the painful lump clog there. "I don't know what you mean?"

"You thought I was going to hit you, didn't you?"

Fear creeped up my spine, I felt stripped and vulnerable. Air, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe, my lungs felt tight, and it burned badly.

"Inhaler---inhaler--" I cried out, and he quickly searched my bag finding the little blue inhaler. He shook it and put it in my mouth.

Quickly administering two puffs. "Are you okay?" he asked. He was still way too close to me and felt so weak beside him. I didn't like this at all. I worked so hard to be not depend on anyone and right now he was making it look like all had been in vain.

"I'm fine, please. You are invading my personal space, Mr Darlos." I snapped at him and the worry in his lovely eyes quickly disappear.

He shifted back a little. "Please refrain from doing any unprofessional acts, Mr. Darlos. We are strictly in a boss and worker. Refrain from any intimate acts or I will quit working for you." I said sternly.

His was face was stoic and emotionless, he moved closer to me and I shifted back. He took hold of my seat belt, his nose almost touching mine as he fixed it for me. "I don't have unprofessional relationships with my staff. Please put on your seat belt every time you step into my car."

"And wear properly ironed clothes with well-fitted suits so I don't have to take you shopping, understood?" He asked sternly and my cheeks heated with the realization that I had read him wrong and accused him of making a move on me.

Looking onto my lap, my nails biting into my palm as I bite my bottom lip "I'm sorry Mr Darlos. I thought wrong."

He started the car "You didn't, I think you're cute.," he said, driving out of the parking lot and I hid behind the mane of my brown hair, fighting the shy blush in my cheeks.

"What have I gotten myself into?"