Chapter Four

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“There’s my love,”  Louis said as I walked out of the elevator, I made my way to his counter.  “Really?”  I asked raising an eyebrow as I handed him the black thick paper cup. “I was talking to my coffee,” he smirked sipping the caramel macchiato, his eyes closed in pleasure as he let out a throaty groan that made my eyes widen.  I’d never heard him make a sound like that, but I wanted to hear it again only in a different setting. I shook my head, I needed to get these thoughts out of my head.  They were bound to get me into trouble if I wasn’t careful.   I leaned against the counter and took a sip of my warm mocha.  The ratio of chocolate to coffee was perfect, and I closed my eyes, savoring the rich drink.   “I like it when you make that face,”  Louis said.   My eyes snapped open, he was standing in front of me, which I thought was strange, I hadn’t heard him move.  Alarm bells were going off as I looked up at him, he stepped closer to me and for a moment I thought he might kiss me.  Which was completely irrational, sure we flirted. It was done playfully, never as serious as he was being right now. “Here’s your list,” he said holding it up for me, “You can take this up there with that box, I’ll bring up the rest later.”   I gulped, taking the list from him. There was an intensity in his gaze I wasn’t used to.   “Thank you, I appreciate it,”  I mumbled before turning away and picking up the box it was long and thin, the soft velvet cloth that covered the box in reminded me of a jewelry box.  I could feel his eyes on me as I walked towards the elevator doors, a heat against my back that was almost tangent.   I looked over my shoulder, Louis was still watching me, that same unreadable look in his eyes as he sipped his coffee.  I worried my lower lip with my teeth.  Turning back to watch the doors as I waited, clutching the box to my chest, my coffee cup warm in my other hand.  I curiously looked at the box in my hands, but I was even more curious about the look that Louis had given me. What was my friend thinking? *** I exited the elevator and walked the short distance to my desk, it was quiet and I couldn’t help but feel like something was ominous coming.  I sat my coffee and the box down, what was inside?  I didn’t want to snoop, but my curiosity was at an all-time high. I respected Mr. Blackwell’s privacy and so far he had done the same with me, I needed to forget about it. Moving the mouse brought my computer screen to life as I sat down to work, scanning paperwork and answering the phone.  Before I knew it, it was time for lunch and Mr. Blackwell was walking towards my desk.  “Have you had lunch yet Amelia?”  He asked me. “No Sir,” I answered as I swiveled in my chair to look up at his tall frame. “Do you have plans for lunch?”  He asked, and I tilted my head to the side, I wasn’t used to him asking me about my lunch plans. “I was just going to grab something quick and get back to work,”  I said, before motioning back to all the paperwork I needed to finish up. “Have lunch with me?”  he asked, I could tell by his tone that even though he had phrased it like a question it was an order.  I turned away from him and grabbed my purse, standing I slung it over my shoulder and walked towards him. “Where are we going?”  I asked with a small smile. “You like sushi right?”  He asked and I nodded, it was something he knew I enjoyed and I couldn’t help but smile. “Good,” he nodded to himself and turned towards the elevator.  I followed behind him, his pace had me walking quicker than normal to keep up with his long strides.  I bit my lip thinking about why he would ask me to lunch.  Sure, we had dinner together in the office when we had to stay late but he had never asked me to lunch, just the two of us. We entered the elevator and I couldn’t help but glancing over at him to study his profile as he looked at his phone.  He was handsome there was no doubt about it, with his dark slicked-back hair and dark eyes. His face was thin with high cheekbones that would make most women jealous.  On him though, they looked sculpted almost dangerous.   He glanced at me smirking and I looked away, embarrassed at being caught checking out my boss.  I looked back and he had pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched me. It was a look I had seen when he was intensely studying something or in this case someone.   That someone was me and I couldn’t control the blush I felt creeping up my neck.   I pretended to study my nails sneaking glances at him as we traveled down to the lobby; I didn’t know what was going on with him or Louis, but I knew I would figure it out soon.
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