Chapter 6

John moves the skillet nimbly, never imagining that someone with his physique, strong and raw could be so delicate, and skillful. I must admit that he impresses me with everything he reveals to me about him. Watching him I realized that he is someone discreet and of few words, I feel curious about him. Post until now it is a great mystery, which I will have to unravel. His muscles flex in the social blouse, showing every part of his muscles. His broad shoulders stand out, giving him an alpha male stance. But below his waist he tapers a little, making his butt stand out, round and stiff to match his spotted legs. A perfect figure of a Greek god. It saddens me not to be able to remember the events of that night, even though John and I did not start with something glorious. I want to get along with him, and if possible ... live together. After all, you can't be sure of anything if we don't try, and soon I agreed with that, so it is inevitable to go back now. I finish washing the vegetables and put them all on a wooden board to start cutting.

—I think you're going to like what I'm doing.

It says the same, drawing my attention, causing the silence that existed to end. I think maybe talking to him, but with him, get to know a little more about his life.

—You think?

—Humrum — he murmurs, turning off the frying pan, standing next to me with an arm on the counter, looking at me distractedly. — I have a little bistro, so I think you and Molly will like it.

I look at the same one who smirks, giving me a seductive smile. I feel my heart racing, and something hot dominates my body. Smell of it invades my nostrils, a mixture of sweet and strong at the same time. His eyes capture mine, I feel unable to escape his gaze. But a sharp twinge makes me shift my attention to my hand, where a small cut stands out with blood.

—Damn it!

I speak by placing my index finger under the tap, turning on the water soon after. He takes an upright posture, I'm not looking at him, but I know that looking at him is serious, and maybe ... worried.

—Let me see.

He speaks taking my hand and looking at the small cut that bleeds a little. His mouth is in a perfect straight line, and his eyebrows are together. Giving him a deeper look, I don't think I've ever seen such a serious and sexy expression at the same time. He takes a small silk handkerchief out of his pocket and wraps it around my finger, and puts a little pressure on it.

—That's safe.

Pronounce yourself by holding my other hand, placing it over where yours was. When he walks away towards the living room, I notice the lack of warmth of his hands in mine. In a few seconds he comes back, I notice a band-aid with images of the snoopy in his hand. I wonder why he has this, John does not appear to be the type of man who uses this type of thing. When his hands touch mine again, I feel the heat come back. He takes off the white silk scarf, now slightly stained by my blood. And in place he puts the band-aid.

—I always carry one of these with me, my sister keeps getting hurt."

—Do you have a sister?

—I am, she is four years old.

He finally says when she finishes putting it on my finger, I look at my finger and look back at it.

—Thanks.

—You don't have to thank me, now I want you to sit while I finish our dinner.

Without protests I do what the same says, I sit and delight in the sight of your back. John is a very handsome, attractive man. But one thing catches my eye, making me question it.

—If you have a bistro, why were you at Garson's?

I watch your body take a tense posture, and your shoulders stiffen. But in a few seconds he returns to the relaxed posture of before, it is so fast that I even think I imagined it.

—I went to apply for a loan.

Speak short, as if the answer he gave was enough. It just made my curiosity still pique but.

—But that is asked of the banks, isn't it?

—He and my Father are friends, so I have no problem with that.

This makes sense, but John does not appear to be a man in financial trouble, quite the opposite. He appears to have just left Gucci. When I open my mouth to ask one more question, it cuts me off.

—You can call Molly, everything's ready.

He says turning his body towards me, while wiping his hands. I nod and head towards the living room, I can feel his eyes on my back until my body disappears on the stairs. John may be a man of few words, but I will have to get some words out of him. I knock on Molly's door in seconds and it opens.

—Come, dinner is ready.

—Okay, I'll be right away.

She says closing the door immediately afterwards, I am confused by her action. But I don't have much to think about, I know she must be bothered by the fact that an unknown man, with whom I spent the night, appears out of nowhere and prepares our dinner. I sigh and turn around down the steps, from the living room I watch John from the back with his cell phone next to his face. I don't hear much of the conversation just a "see you later". Soon after, he puts it in his pocket, puffs up his chest and approaches it, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms right afterwards.

—Who was?

I ask as he turns towards me, he gives me a small corner smile, almost invisible.

—It was my lawyer, letting him know that he made an appointment at 9:00 am tomorrow.

—Tomorrow is not going to be possible.

—Because? — Ask the same question.

—Tomorrow I have a job.

—You can't have someone else take your place, or I can speak to Mr. Garson.

I acknowledge John's goodwill, but I don't want him to interfere in my life, but rather what is necessary. Mainly my work. I run my hand through my hair, holding a wig behind my ear.

—I don't want you to speak to my boss.

—Because?

He asks as I watch his eyebrows come together, in an act of confusion.

—Because it is my job and I don't want you to get involved in my professional life.

He is silent for a moment, but then lets out a sigh in frustration.

—Belinda, don't you understand? — I want to be part of your life, and that includes your work.

—My work?

I ask ironically, why does this appear to be more of a whim for him than an obligation. Yea! We had sex, but that doesn't mean he can interfere in my professional life.

—My job has nothing to do with you, Mr. Garson and you may even be friends, but I don't want any familiarity in my work.

I speak nervously, staring at the same person who is still standing with a serious expression. But the irritation on his face is clear, he stays but a few seconds staring at me while I wait for some ration from him. The same comes towards me, passing by me picking up his pallet racker, I follow his every move going towards the door.

—John, wait! where are you going?

I ask going after the same one who is already outside, without an answer his silhouette disappears. I go inside again and close the door behind me, leaning against it, letting out a breath of irritation.

—Where's John?

I look in the direction of Molly's voice, who looks at me curiously from the stairs. I go through it in quick steps, giving myself a short answer.

—I left, and I lost my hunger.

In a few seconds I enter my room, closing the door immediately afterwards, I don't want to be disturbed and I don't even talk to anyone. This little argument I had with him was enough to put me in a bad mood. Lay me down on the bed and try to put away all thoughts and events of today. I don't know if it was due to irritation or tiredness, my vision goes dark, and in a few seconds I fell into a deep sleep.