Chapter 7

The persistent noise of my cell phone awakens me from a good sleep, which I haven't had in days. I feel my hand on the furniture next to the bed until I find the same. I bring it close to my face, the glow blinds me momentarily but soon I see who it is.

—Hi, Marcy.

I speak in a sleepy, drawn-out way, making it clear that I just woke up.

—Good morning, flower of the day.

Unlike me, her voice sounds lively and wide awake.

—I'm sorry for waking you up, I just wanted to let you know that the company has arrived.

My body tenses and I sit on the bed, bringing the cell phone in front of my face. realizing that I am not late and that it is still 6:15 am.

—Why are you telling me that?

I ask confused the same. I hear a high-pitched sound coming from the other end of the line, and I know that she just stepped into the elevator.

—Weren't you asking for the day off today to solve a family problem?

—What? do not.

Like a flash. John, it comes to my mind. Ah he didn't do that.

—Who told you to take my place?

My voice comes out serious, and I feel every muscle in my body tighten. I hear Marcy's breathing, get faster.

—You won't believe it, but it was Mr. Garson himself.

Her voice is euphoric and a little high-pitched, but when she says his name. Her voice sounds lower.

—Motherfucker.

I say without thinking. I can't believe he did that after I said no.

—What? Bellinda, what's wrong?

The same question on the other end of the line, probably confused.

—It was nothing. I have to hang up now, sheltered from taking my place today, bye.

—Okay Bye.

I hear a beep and the line goes silent, I throw my cell phone on the bed and place both hands on my face, in a way to try to calm myself down. I think John, is the type of man who doesn't know the word "limit". I get up and put on a bathrobe, put on my old slippers. I tie my hair up in a loose bun, and walk towards the door. As I walk down the stairs, I head towards the kitchen, hear my stomach rumbling and remember that I didn't eat anything last night. When I open the fridge to see what I have, two firm knocks on the door catch my eye. I close it and open the door, who in holy conscience comes to someone's house at that hour?

When I open the door, I have a small, big surprise. John, is standing in front of me holding a beautiful bouquet of white roses.

—I wanted to apologize for last night.

I cross my arms in front of my body, and make a serious face.

—Coming to my house after I tell you not to do something and still do it, while holding a bouquet of expensive roses is not going to help you, nor do our problems get solved.

My words sound harsh and I see that it destabilizes him, but like lightning he hides it. John, you're showing yourself to be a type of man who doesn't like people to see his feelings.

—Then you already know.

I give a short answer, shaking my head in confirmation.

—You don't have to be hostile to me, I just want you to put your weapons down and feel comfortable with me. — This exam is very important to me Bellinda, please understand this. Every minute that passes I feel anxious about it, I just want to work things out and get along with you as much as possible, but for that you need to make me accessible in your life.

John, if you pronounce it straight. Disconcerting me, in fact, this exam is important. But I think it was a lot more important to him, and I treated it as futile, putting my work in front of it. But we don't know each other, and I don't want him to intervene in my professional life. But I think maybe I should be a little bit more flexible with him. It may be that his words are sincere, by his look. I finally deciphered something in this man

—Okay. It just doesn't do it.

I speak after long seconds, I see a small smile appear on his lips. I take two steps back, giving way to it, which remains still.

—I'm going to make breakfast in the morning.

—In truth.

John, put the flowers aside, bringing your hand behind your back to the front of your body. I see he is holding a Starbucks bag.

—I already brought breakfast, it's not very healthy. But I'm sure it's delicious.

If he pronounces with a smug smile on his lips, he offers me the flowers and the bag, I take them both. Really John, he is an educated man. Several thoughts come to mind about him, but they are interrupted by Molly's entry into the room. She looks sleepy and her hair is messy.

—Good Morning.

He yawns, yawning, it reminds me of my appearance. I hand things over to Molly and turn on my heels towards John.

—I'll get ready, I'll be right back.

I answer by going up the stairs, halfway through I hear Molly, and John laughs softly.

—Is she always like this? — I hear John, ask.

—You have no idea.

He answers the question in an amusing way, finishes the climb and enters my room.

As I go down, I see that John, and Molly, have already set the table. I sit in front of them and start to serve myself. I notice their eyes on me.

—What's it?

I ask, taking a sip of my coffee. I see John, put his hands together in freight to his face and crosses his fingers running his thumb over his lips, while holding a chaste smile. My gaze flew to molly, who looks away from his coffee.

—So that's it, they will be kept secret.

I speak by crossing my arms in front of my body, while I cross my legs.

—Fine.

I speak sounding a little irritated. I notice that Molly, looks at him receiving a positive signal for her to speak.

—Me, and John, we were thinking of some names for the baby, you know. — Like if it's a boy or a girl.

I silently agree, while I bite my donut.

—And what were they?

—Well ... if it's a boy it'll be called Gabriel, and if it's a girl Melanie.

—What do you think?

I look like I'm thinking, but then I smile.

—They are good names."

Decree at last. Molly looks at her watch and realizes that she is late for school and runs out, leaving John, and I the suns. I drink the last sip of coffee and throw the papers in the trash, he does the same. An awkward silence settles in the room and I have no idea what you're talking about. I lean against the sink and stare at it next to the table, in slow steps John, come over to me. The smell of his cologne invades my nostrils and I feel my eyes flare up, a sudden chill goes up my spine when he puts his hands on, one on each side of my body leaning on his hands over the sink. His face is so close to mine that I feel his breath on my face, I feel my heart racing and every part of my body tense up. I never thought or would think that a man like John would be interested in me. Maybe he is not. I stare at his fleshy, well-shaped lips, approaches mine, in a clear form of desire I run the tip of my tongue across my lips. The lips of the same brush against mine causing a small arthritic between them, our lips deepen but in each other. I give way to the language of the same one who is agile, I feel his hands, one on each side of my hips. I dare to spread my hands over his abdomen, manly and firm. John squeezes me tightly, bringing me close to his body, I feel every inch of me surrounded by his body. I go further and lower my right hand to his butt, which I am sure is tough now. While the other one still explores her abdomen. Really John, he is a very strong man. One of his hands tangles in my hair and the other squeezes my buttock with desire, I feel my panties get wet with that simple touch. When I move a few inches away from his mouth, I realize how much my lungs cried out for air.

—Molly, she'll be down soon.

—Okay.

I realize that John speaks reluctantly. for his eyes convey pure desire, like those of a predator. We moved away and I try to compose myself a little bit, without a doubt this was the best make-up I've ever received in years. But I try not to take it into my head. As predicted Molly, it goes down in a few seconds.

—I'm leaving.

Warns by going to the door.

—Molly, if you want I can give you a ride to school.

—I'm not going to get in the way.

—No. The final is almost time for us to go to the clinic.

—Then I will accept it.

Says the same excited. John, turn your attention to me.

—Let's go?

—Clear.

I answer a little shyly, going through it without looking in his eyes. I pick up my bag from the couch. John walks past me, leading the way.