Chapter Seven
1077 Words
ADRIAN
I must have been high on something, to have agreed with the crazy woman that sat comfortably on her wheelchair, while I wheeled her into my home. Thankfully, she hadn't broken anything, and was just sore and swollen in some areas. If my prayers worked, she was going to be out of my hair in a couple of days.
What had I been thinking? Of course I had told Leander to run a background check on her before bringing her into my home. Her name hadn't shown up in anything that could implicate her, which actually relaxed me a little. Weirdly, she had no job for the past four years.
She had graduated from the University of California, and had studied Journalism. No wonder she was quick to threaten me with slandering my name all over the media.
"I wonder how easy it is for you to go with me to my home, even if you just met me." I said, pushing the chair gently, as we reached the short steps that led to the front door.
Cara tensed. "I mean, it's not everyday you meet Adrian Nikalauo. I and one million others would be perfectly okay with staying in your home." she answered.
I huffed. "So, you are just like the others. A social climber." I mocked, and stopped the chair as I contemplated on how best to get her up those steps.
"More like, an opportunist." she said flatly, and squealed when I lifted her into my arms and close mbed the steps, leaving the chair for the driver to take care of.
Cara Ellison weighed as light as paper. Didn't she eat? And there was that smell of cherries that teased my nostrils...was it her hair?
Jeez...the last thing I needed now was to be thinking about how she smelled and how good she felt in my arms.
And she did feel so f*****g good...
CARA
Damn.
Why did he have to smell so good. My fave was currently buried in his shirts as I tried to hide my blushing face, while he carriede up a flight of stairs. Damn. Why was I eben blushing?
I hadn't even expected him to lift me up like that, and even when he did, my mouth had clamped shut as soon as our bodies touched.
The painkiller may have numbed me to feeling any form of pain, but it didn't stop me from feeling small tremors run through me from the closeness of Adrian.
I fisted his shirt and buried my face deeper, into his shirt. I should be feeling weird, being here with him, but what I was feeling was far from that.
If anything, I was feeling relaxed, and aroused...
"I would have taken you to the living room, but the doctor said you needed to relax, so... I thought it would be better if you just lay on the bed and rest." he said, making me raise my fave from his shirt, in time to see him use his elbow to push open, a door.
I stiffled a gasp as I took in the interior of the room. It was well beyond beautiful. It was painted cream on three sides of the room, while the side that held the television, and other gadgets, was designed with brown, to look like a brick wall.
"Wow..." I clamped my mouth shut the moment I said it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me moon over his house.
"You like?" He asked, in a mocking voice, setting me down on the bed so I was lying right in the middle.
I rolled my eyes at him. "It doesn't look bad." I shrugged, and winced as I tried to get some pillows so I could rest my back. The pain was coming back. Seemed like the painkillers were fading away.
Surprising, Adrian was at my side in an instant. "Hold on." he said in a commanding tone, and stacked the pillows behind me, before pushing me gently to lay back on them.
I frowned slightly. "Thank you." I murmured.
"Yeah. I mean, I don't want you to stress so much. The sooner you get better, the earlier you leave." he said, and turned to leave.
Something jabbed at me, bit I chose to ignore it. I wasn't going to let his words get to me. Adrian was my ticket to get my job back, and I was willing to do anything.
My stomach growled loudly, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn to face me, with his hand on the door. My cheeks burned from embarrassment.
I hadn't even thought of food.
"I'll send the housekeeper to get you some food, Cara. What would you like to eat?" His eyes held a slight smile to them, like he was amused, but I could have been mistaken. If anything, he was always annoyed around me.
I shrugged. "Anything would do. I answered." There was no use being polite and turning him down. I was f*****g hungry.
He arced a brow and nodded his head. "Okay. I will also tell her to your bag." he said and started to walk out of the door.
I wanted to argue and ask him to bring it himself, but I could see the stress all over, and around him.
I bit the inside of my lips, deciding to let him off for now. I still had time. Three weeks was a long time, and this was the first day.
"Fine." I said, and closed my eyes, willing him out of the room.
Only when I heard the door close softly, did I open my eyes and start to face my reality.
What was I doing, pushing my way into Adrian Nikalauo's life like I was?
He must think me to be a freaking lunatic.
And with reason!
His calmness in handling everything I dished at him scared me a little bit. But it was part of journalism! We could very well do a number of things just to get information we wanted.
I sighed as I came to a small realization.
For the few short hours I had come to be with Adrian Nikalauo, I had no complain against him, and absolutely nothing to write about.
If anything, he was a complete gentleman.
A sexy gentleman.
I waited patiently for my bag so I could call my sister and tell her what happened.
Well, part of it.
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