I got to Selene's office and pushed the door open with trembling hands. She was sitting by her desk with her legs crossed.
"I don't know what you want from me, Selene," I said, my voice cracking.
"Oh Emma, you would know exactly what I want from you," she sneered. "To stay away from Mr. Vane. If I ever see you near him past the professional level, you would regret ever crossing my path. Understood?"
As she got up to grab my hands, she suddenly paused. I wondered why she suddenly stood still, the color draining from her face. As I tilted my head towards the door, my heart stopped.
Mr. Mateo was standing right there.
"What's going on here?"
"Just a friendly talk, Mr. Vane."
"Right, Emma?"
Selene quickly intervened. I said nothing; I just nodded and left the room. As I stood in front of the company to wave down a taxi, Mr. Mateo came out and held my hands.
"You're coming with me, Emma."
I quietly followed him to the car. Before we could even reach the car, he pinned me against it.
"Are you okay, Emma? You're awfully quiet."
"Yes, I'm good, just tired."
"Alright," he said and stepped back and opened the car door. "Get in."
By the time we got home, I just freshened up, ate a little, and went to bed. The next morning, which was a weekday, I got dressed and went downstairs. I haven't really toured the house since I arrived. I might as well do that now. As I was heading to the garden, I couldn't help but notice the gym area. I stepped closer to observe the gym.
My eyes widened. Mr. Mateo was half naked, only had his boxers on, as he was lifting some weights. Oh my God, he looked so good. The sweat dropping from his chest down to his lower body made him look so hot. I swallowed really hard.
"How can a 45-year-old man look so damn hot?" I thought to myself as I started thinking of things I wanted him to do to me.
"Good morning, Emma. Did you sleep well?" Mr. Mateo's voice came.
I quickly adjusted myself. "Uhmm yes I did, I did. I was just looking around the house. I would get back to that," I said as I quickly ran out.
I made my way back to the hallway and walked to the dining room. The table was already set, the scent of fresh coffee and toasted bread filling the air. I sat down, picking up a piece of toast and a cup of coffee, trying to eat my breakfast. My mind couldn't stop replaying that image of him in the gym, his sexy body, and the way his sweat for some reason made him sexier.
A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps approaching. I took a big gulp of the coffee.
"You left the gym in quite a hurry, Emma."
I looked up. He had showered and changed into a dark grey suit, his hair still slightly damp and brushed back from his face, making him look every bit as handsome as he had in the gym. The way the fabric hugged his shoulders was so sexy, highlighting the muscles I'd just seen bare only minutes ago. Even fully dressed, he looked incredibly hot, and I couldn't stop the blush from creeping up my neck just thinking about it. But now, looking at the sharp lines of his suit, I can't stop my brain from imagining exactly what was hidden beneath that expensive suit of his.
"I didn't want to get in the way of your routine," I said, my voice breathy.
Mr. Mateo pulled out the chair at the head of the table. He didn't even look at the breakfast in front of him; he looked at me. He stared at me.
"You don't get in the way," he said. "In fact, I find your curiosity quite... refreshing."
I tried to pick up my cup of coffee, but I got clumsy and spilled the coffee.
"Careful, Emma, so you don't hurt yourself," he said and stood up, walking towards me until he was standing directly behind my chair.
I froze, my back straightening up immediately. I could smell the scent of his perfume as he slowly leaned down, his hands resting on the table on either side of my arms, trapping me in my seat.
"Are you good, Emma?" he whispered, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of my ear.
"Yes, I am."
"Are you sure?"
He leaned in even further, until our lips were inches apart, so that I immediately became tense.
"You're my guardian, Mr. Mateo," I reminded him, though it sounded more like a plea for him to keep going. Because deep down, I wanted more.
He didn't respond. He closed the distance, his mouth catching mine in a kiss that was slow and deep, his hands slowly moving to my panties, brushing them aside and sliding in his finger.
"Ouhmm, ouhmmm." I couldn't help but moan.
He whispered into my ear, "So, Emma, why don't you tell me what you were really looking at in that gym?"