17

The tension that burned between our forms, was one which had me looking anywhere but his profile.

The night was still young, but so was the communication we had shared since we had made leave of Mr. Holden's home.

He rarely uttered a word to me, not even a little cough had he emitted my way.

Eyes fixed on the road, his grip on the steering wheel tightened, and only then did I so think it wise to crack the silence.

"Are you taking me back to the office?" I felt his eyes shift to me for a long minute, and then back to the focus of the road.

"I'm taking you home, Miss Parker" He called in a low voice.

"Home?" A scoff came from me, eyes beholding the blank expression on his face.

"You barely know where I live, Mr. Holden"

"Then you'd better start directing me, Miss Parker" His voice was low, gaze fixed on the traffic that lied ahead.

I saw a low sigh pour out his lips, with hands scratching at his forehead.

"I wouldn't want to bother you" My utterance had him turning to me, gaze settling in mine for a long second, before he had it turned away, staring out the window.

"I'd like to know where you live, Miss Parker" Voice so low, his eyes remained averted from mine, while I remained staring at the little movements he'd give, whilst accommodating the silence that had soon made its toll between us.

And that people, was how I found myself leading him to my home.

***

Those eyes shifted here to there, figure tagging right behind mine, while I made way for him to step into the little space I shared with Tara.

A sneeze followed upon his entrance, and there came another one, and another one, with my eyes staring on at his form.

"Are you okay, Mr Holden?"

His eyes had skipped to mine for a moment, and soon back to skimming the area.

"Do you have cats?" He followed with a sneeze emitting from him.

"No, we don't have cats" I drew even nearer to him, hands reaching to touch his arms.

I saw his gaze snap to my fingers, eyes watching as they rested on his arms, and in a second, I had pulled away, careful not to pass any more discomfort to an already uncomfortable Kristoffer.

"We?"

"I live here with a friend" I made known.

"Please have your seat"

My hands had stretched out at once, showing him to the couch.

"What would you like, Mr Holden?"

My figure was stood away, eyes watching every curiosity that followed with each object he found at a corner of the room.

His gaze would shift from here, and then back to me.

Perhaps the living room didn't so much in meeting his expectations.

"I'm alright, Miss Parker" He cleared his throat, gaze soon meeting mine.

"You have a beautiful home"

I forced myself not to snicker at his utterance, knowing so well, his eyes foretold otherwise.

I could be wrong though, cause those of eyes of his, were welcoming one minute, and the next, one barely could understand what they held.

"Mr Holden. It would be rude of you to come into my home and not have anything"

The words poured out my lips, gaze meeting his questioning one.

"Do wait here, while I fetch something for you"

And with that, I was hurrying out the living room, ready to go have something that I only hoped could make up for little to what the night lacked.

Brownies. Oh, I just can't miss out on that, now.

Packed in a foil plate, sat right in the microwave, were the brownies I had experimented with the night before.

It was nothing serious, except I had developed a random craving in the middle of the night, and Jane being just who she was, set out to satisfy the growling in her belly.

Those soft eyes snapped up to my incoming form, gaze resting on the tray I carried in my hands.

A smile had graced my lips upon setting the mini garnishings down, with gaze watching his while he beheld the sight before him.

"Compliments from me, Mr Holden" My voice had taken a better pitch, with hands reaching to pour out a glass of juice for him.

"Thank you"

The hold of his eyes on mine, got my fingers pausing on the grip of the tray, gaze soon averting off his.

"So, Miss Parker" He cleared his throat, hands tugging at the edge of the suit jacket worn over his body. "Tell me all about yourself"

My gaze snapped up at his utterance, beholding the calm in that gaze.

"Myself?" My words were low, eyes peering on at indecipherable expression the young man before me bore.

"Yes"

"I'd like to have a little insight as to who you really are"

"I believe you know all that there is, Mr Holden"

"Do I, now?"

"I believe so"

"What interests you, Miss Parker?" His eyes were keen on me, his focus undivided.

"Well, I love sailing" A soft smile took my lips at the mention of that, with eyes shifting off his.

"Why do you love sailing? You mentioned that at the interview" Followed his voice.

"I've never been to sea"

A low scoff emitted from his lips at my utterance, with eyes holding onto mine.

"You can't love what you haven't experienced" His voice was firm.

"Yes you can, if you're drawn to it" Our gazes remained intent in each other's, those eyes holding onto mine so well. And in a second, they had me turning away, gaze soon dropping.

"Also in my free time, I occupy myself with books" I followed.

"Books?" He called. "Isn't that what everyone says?"

"To escape from reality" His voice was low.

"Tell me about yourself, Mr Holden" My voice soon came with much cheer, figure shifting on the couch.

"You aren't done telling me about yourself" I heard him say.

"Are you in a relationship, Miss Parker?" Those words had my voice lost for a long minute, with eyes only watching his, beholding the curiosity that nudged them.

"No" I called to him.

He turned silent, gaze threatening to have me ruined, and in a moment, his voice followed.

"Why?"

"Something came up"

I watched his eyes skip off mine, and then to the brownies before him.

"So, Mr Holden. Tell me about yourself"

"What would you like to know"

"Do you have any siblings?"

His lips pulled a grin at my utterance, eyes meeting mine.

"No, I don't"

"That's one similarity we share!" I called at once, with voice breaking out, it earned his longing look.

My gaze soon turned away, skipping to the T.V ahead.

"Where are your parents, Miss Parker?"

The call of his voice had at once snatched my attention, with eyes turning to him.

"Mother doesn't live in New York"

"And father's dead" The silence which followed, only had me wondering why I chose to divulge the knowledge. His gaze was intent in mine, with eyes shifting through, and then came his voice, cracking the tension that came through.

"What would you be doing if you weren't into marketing, Miss Parker?" His hands reached for a brownie, eyes lingering on its coating like he sought for something there.

"Baking" I followed, with eyes lighting up at once.

"I've always found an interest in that"

"Perhaps, the reason why this tastes good" His voice was muffled, head giving a nod, while those eyes met mine.

"Does it?" My voice had rushed with much delight, eyes awaiting his.

"You could do better though" His voice was flat, eyes away from mine.

Of course, go on acting different, Mr Holden. Refuse stating the truth, even when it was right before you.

I snickered at the sight of his expression turned blank.

He had taken an abrupt stop, gaze lingering on the brown.

"What is in this?" His utterance had my eyes narrowed at his form, gaze intent on him 

all the while.

"Just the usual.....Flour, eggs—

"Are there nuts in it?" His eyes met mine, awaiting the words from me.

"Yes"

He sucked in a breath, hands soon laying the half-bitten brownie back on the tray.

"I'm allergic to nuts" I heard him say.

I watched his form relax back on the seat, with a change of expression soon clouding his face.

For someone who's bound to have allergy reactions any minute now, he seemed somewhat calm. Even more relaxed while his gaze beheld mine.

"I'm sorry" I called at once. "I didn't know—

"It's fine, Miss Parker. It's nothing serious" His tone was low.

"Can I get you water?"

"Yes, please"

And at once I went, hurrying into the kitchen, mind lost in thoughts of whatever could befall me if something was to happen to Mr Holden.

I would be done for. And this wasn't me just saying it, but I really would be done for.

He pried the water out my hands at once, and at a go, I watched him down the lot.

Okay, I thought he was acting all calm minutes ago.

My hands for some reason chose it best to stroke his back, hoping to ease the discomfort brought about, but I tell you, at the touch of my hands on him, his gaze at once held mine, eyes shifting through.

I scooted from his figure on the couch, throat turning dry at his longing stare, but not for once did it avert, he remained peering at me.

His hands reached for mine, and I watched him pull me closer.

"You're charming, Miss Parker" He scoffed.

Voice low, eyes occupied mine. I watched his hands push a strand of hair off my face, with gaze lingering on profile, I swear I could hear the breaths pouring out his lips.

They were low, soft, pouring into my ears.

And in that second, followed the action from the man before me, that left my body froze.

The touch of his lips against mine.

He had closed the gap between us, hands pulling my body nearer to his form.

Hold quite gentle, his mouth awaited mine to make entrance for his to settle in, and when my lips parted open, had his pull on me tightened.

His fingers went trailing underneath my dress, hands teasing my thighs.

"Jane"

A sharp gasp escaped my lips, legs parting slowly, while his fingers traced around my panties.

I watched his eyes hold mine, gaze soon shifting to my lips, and in a second, he slipped in, with my lips holding his, not daring to let go.

I pushed my form closer to his, figure relaxed back on the couch, while I went straddling him, with hands left grabbing my curves.

His hands held onto my form, lips trailing all over my skin, earning my breaths pouring out even faster at every touch he gave.

My hands ruffled through his hair, lips pushing into his.

I felt every mic of emotion at that moment. From glee, to yearn, to joy, I wished to remain there, nowhere but his hold, while the night passed. And only then did the door to the living room tear open, jolting our figures at once.

My eyes gaped on at the figure by the entrance, his gaze shifting through Kristoffer and I.

The straps of my dress were hanging low on my arms, my a fair portion of my breast out in the open, my hands went a adjusting the wear.

"Jane?" The voice of George was low, eyes beholding the sight before him.

"I swear I tried to stop him from entering but he wouldn't— The figure of Tara had dashed in at once, words hanging in her throat, while her gaze took in the scene in our living room.

I watched her eyes shift from George, to Kristoffer and finally resting on me. 

"Who's that?" She mouthed, and next came the killing silence.