ACCIDENTAL KISS
I stand in front of my dressing mirror in my room and take a good look at myself, admiring the lady I’m seeing in the reflection. It’s funny how I look, or should I say, how differently I think I look in just a new dress. I did not know that just a small change, like a new dress, could make someone feel so different. I feel so new, just like the new silky red dress, which perfectly hugs my curves, showing my exact figure.
Part of those heavy shopping bags Andy brought from the mall were actually mine. He shopped for me. Adrian, freaking Ashton, shopped for me, and I still can’t believe it. The most interesting part is how he knew my size and my taste. Every single dress he bought perfectly fits me. God bless my boss!
After admiring myself enough, I slide my fluffy sandals on, grab my phone from the bed, and start downstairs. The sandals are also new, and of course, from Adrian. Descending the stairs, I get to the living room, where Angel is waiting. I check my wrist watch, and it reads quarter to eight. I sigh in relief, knowing that we are on time.
“Wow! Wow, Auntie Ania! You look so beautiful.” The little angel says it with a beautiful smile.
I love Angel’s attitude, composure, and behavior. She doesn’t behave like how I hear rich kids behave. Her beautiful smile makes one smile, even without any reason. A smile that brightens everyone’s mood. Such a jovial, sweet, and cool kid. I wonder what her mother would feel if she saw her. And I wish she could know just how well Andy has brought up this cute little princess.
“Thank you so much, princess.” I respond to her compliment as I grab her bag from the couch, ready to take her to school.
Oh well, and also to talk to her teacher about the kids bullying her in the class. I hope I’ll do well. I also plan on telling Andy about this whole thing in the evening.
“Let’s go now, baby.” I add her and carry her downstairs.
“Daddy?” she calls, turning to the dining area where her father is finishing off his breakfast.
SILENCE!
No response came from him, unless I turned deaf at night.
“Daddy?!” Angel calls again, but still no response.
When I don’t hear him respond to his precious daughter for a second time, I turn to see why, and ooh! Here he is, looking at me! No, correct that. He is ogling me! OMG! I’m sure this dress is not exposing any part of my body, except my legs, as it stops just at the knees. So what just caught his attention that much to not even hear his daughter calling? His cup of tea is hanging in the air like he was about to take a sip and suddenly got distracted. My, oh, my!
“Daddy?” Angel calls again louder, and still, Andy is a statue.
With the way he is ogling me, huh? His jaw is almost dropping to the floor.
I bend a little and pick Angel up, like I always do, carrying her to the car.
In an attempt to distract Andy or bring back his mind from wherever it has wandered off to, I clear my throat and call him, to which he responds after blinking countless times, snapping back to reality. Jeez!
Looking up, he put the cup of tea down on the table.
“Daddy?” Angel calls again.
“Yes, my princess!” At least now he can hear his daughter! Good grief! “Are you off to school now?” He asks as he comes to hug his daughter and kiss her, as it is their routine.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Okay. Come here, my baby.” He hugs her, and his face comes so dangerously close to mine because today, unlike other days, he decided to hug his daughter while she is still in my arms, which is not good for my not-so-innocent thoughts nowadays.
Why do you make me feel this way, Andy? I can feel the heat radiating from his well-shaped face burning mine, and I am sure I’m as red as a tomato right now. And again, my dirty brain goes haywire.
If only I could run my fingers on this smooth face and the perfect jaws in front of me. If only I could brush my lips on these moist pink lips of my boss. If only I could lean on this broad chest. Before my naughty mind could wander further, his eyes flickered open, boring deep into mine for a moment that was too short, again, for my naughty thoughts.
“Daddy loves you so much.” He says this after breaking eye contact and the hug. He cups his daughter’s face and places a long kiss on her forehead, and my not-so-innocent eyes dart to his arms, cupping Angel’s face. How would it feel to have his hands on my cheeks like this, huh? How would his sweet lips feel on mine? I’m sure his lips taste like honey and chocolate. Damn!
Easy now, Tania! Control your dirty mind. He is just your boss, remember? And when did you start fantasizing about things like this, huh?
My inner self scolds me. If I were to respond to the last question, I would say since I met Andy. But I am ashamed to even say that. He is my boss, for goodness sake, and I should not be fantasizing about him in this manner! With Andy, it’s like, of late, I lose my senses whenever he is this close.
I shake my head to remove the thoughts of my boss from my mind, but can that help? The answer is no, especially because I met him with his eyes looking at me again.
“Be a good daddy’s princess, okay? And if anyone bothers you, you should tell Daddy immediately, okay?” He says this to his daughter, but his eyes are scrutinizing my face as if he is looking for something.
“Yes, Daddy. I love you so much.” Angel says.
“I know.” He says with a sweet smile to his daughter, pulling her for another hug, one of his hands wrapping around his daughter while the other goes to my shoulder.
Wait! His hand on my shoulder? Impossible!!! I must be day-dreaming! Is this how deep I have sunk into this forbidden fantasy?
But it feels so real.
I slowly take my eyes to where I think I am feeling the warmth of his touch, and to my surprise, it isn’t just in my thoughts. It’s not a daydream. His hand is now moving to my neck, leaving trails of electric sparks. He stops on my neck, drawing circles on my bare skin, making me tremble. What are you doing, Andy?
I look at him to understand his confusing gesture, but I collide with his devilish dark brown eyes searching mine, and I accept the stare challenge he is offering. I let my eyes wander off deep into his, but unfortunately for me, I cannot stand the devilish look in his eyes that makes them appear darker and deeper than they usually are. I flinch!
I have never seen this look before. In no time, I am already in heat, being consumed by the fire of his simple touch and glare, and I feel the energy leave my body, making me weaker. I can feel my whole body shaking. As his thumb starts caressing my lip, perhaps pleading for something, my eyes close on their own, my lips part willingly, and my heart pounds five times its normal pulse.
There, I finally tasted them… Andy’s lips are on mine, kissing me, and I shamelessly respond. Our warm breaths caress our nostrils, intensifying the feeling and coaxing us to total surrender. Our lips move once, then twice, and third, then I feel his attempt to shove his tongue in, and again, like a lusted soul, I am willing to grant him the passcode to my mouth. I begin opening my mouth to let him in, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he seals my lips with one last kiss that lasts for seconds.
He brushes my lips with his thumb after pulling away, running his fingers on my cheek, while I stand still like a monument, watching him leak his lips. Damn, that site!
And damn, what happened? What just happened?
He smiles, perhaps to bring me out of the shock I am in. But I am too dismayed to respond, too shy to even look at him, and too ashamed to be feeling this good after kissing my boss, knowing that nothing is happening between us. I feel like I just tasted the sweetest thing in my life and experienced the most special feeling there is. But in all forbidden senses.
“Have a good day at school, baby.” He says this to his daughter, but his eyes are still on me.
“Thank you, Daddy. Have a good day at work, daddy.”
After their goodbyes, I summon my courage back and hurry to the front door with Angel still in my arms.
Opening the door, I get tempted to look back, expecting to see a confused Andy, like me, but to more dismay, I am met with a very composed Adrian Ashton, with his hands in his grey khaki pant pockets, staring at my back. As if that is not confusing enough, the devil has the guts to give me a confident wink and a devilish smirk that got me into more bewilderment.
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