Sinful Indulgence

7. Touch

7. TOUCH

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What could he possibly be thinking about me now? A desperate girl swaying her hips in the poor attempt to get his attention? I snarled mentally at the thought. It's been a few hours since he went upstairs but he never came down again and that worried me more than anything. The ringing of the doorbell cut through my mental ranting. What could Jenner have possibly forgotten?

I opened the door, a set of hazel eyes instantly connecting with mine. I would kill for eyes like that, not forgetting I would totally swoon over them.

"Well, hello," his flirtatious smile was a little affecting.

"Hello to you too. How may I help you?" I asked politely but deep I was a little nervous. Who would not be in the presence of such a hunk?

"I'm Brandon, a friend to Vincent," he introduced himself.

I was about to say something but Vincent beat me to it. He hugged the tall Italian hunk, patted his shoulder and for a moment Vincent's addictive scent hypnotized me. All the nerves in my body seemed to be dancing into his masculine cologne.

"When you said you needed a distraction, I didn't think you already had one. And she has got one fine piece of ass man," Brandon commented as they walked past me. I had a fine piece of ass? Did Vincent think that too? Because if this was about my body then I f*****g hated it. Objectifying women was no right, well at least to me. The hell I’ve been through, has taught me that quiet well and it was a lesson I would never forget.

"Can you quit that? She is my f*****g maid Brandon," Vincent hard tone did nothing to ease the anger bubbling inside me.

"Certainly does not look like it. She would easily pass for a model," Brandon snuck another glance at me as he sat down on the couch.

"Keep it in your pants Bran," Vincent warned sternly as I rushed upstairs.

Rose had taken the day off, leaving me alone. I hated it when men thought of me as just another fine piece of ass for their amusement. It was the painful reminder that no matter where I go, my past would always catch up to me. With my back laid on the cushy mattress, I closed my eyes willing for the imminent pain in my chest to subside. The shrill ringing of my phone made my heart almost jump out of my mouth.

"Dammit!"I cussed breathing heavily.

The name that flashed on the screen made me freeze. Maybe if I didn't pick it up he'll leave me alone for once but as usual I was wrong. Three calls, four calls, five, six, seven...He kept on calling and I crouched as far away from the phone as possible. Dread and the possibility he could have found my whereabouts filled my terrified mind.

A small scared whimper left my lips when someone knocked on the door. Barely a second collapsed before the door burst open, Vincent rushing in. He clasped my face in his palms but this time I did not flinch or freeze. His touch felt comforting in a way I had never thought it would. It was definitely one thing to be attracted to him but it was a lot different to actually find comfort in his touch.

"Are you okay?" He asked, in a low voice tainted with deep concern.

"I'm fine. Your knock startled me. That's all," I answered, my gaze trained on the open door behind him.

"Are you sure?" He asked yet again.

I nodded affirmatively but when the loud ringing of my phone resounded in the room, I shuddered visibly.

"Aren't you going to pick that up?"

"It's not important," I shrugged leaning away from his palms.

"If you say so," he pocketed, his gaze never leaving me.

"How can I help you though?" I tried to divert his attention.

"I just came to apologize," I benefitted him with a confused frown. Did he do something wrong to me that I was personally aware of?

"I don't understand, “As far I could tell, he had been nothing but kind to me.

"My friend downstairs. He is a flirtatious person and he wouldn't lose an opportunity on a beauty like you," Wait, did Vincent think I was a beauty?

"One would think I would have gotten used to it by now," I half smiled.

"But why-"he was cut off by the ringing of my phone," It sounds really urgent. Maybe you should just pick it up," he gestured at the phone on top of the fluffy pillow.

"Trust me it's really not," I replied adamantly.

"If it's because me then I could give you some privacy,"

I glanced at the ringing phone knowing I'd eventually have to answer it. When I looked back at Vincent he was looking at me with concern.

"You are my boss and there could be nothing more important than your presence right now," I lied smoothly but I could tell he was not buying it.

"Is there something going on Bloom that I should know about?" He asked point blank.

"What do you mean Sir?"

"Please just call me Vincent like I told you before,"

"I'd be sure to remember that...um... Vincent,"

"Good. Now back to what I was saying. I saw your face when Brandon was trying to flirt with you even though indirectly. You were mad. What is going on? Did Brandon's words make you uncomfortable?" When I said nothing, he clasped my palms in his. Instead of freezing, heat flooded my body and honestly I did not want to pull back. As a matter of fact I wanted more of his touch if it could make me forget my problems even for a while. 

The phone rang again and this time I found myself burying myself on his chest on impulse. I squeezed my eyes shut willing for it to stop ringing.