To Color Your Life

It seems that Emily jumped to conclusions again when she was glad that the boss agreed to go drive in a different car.

It would be better if it was Maybach.

"What is it?" she stopped when the man took her to the car, in which they were supposed to drive.

"That's a car. Don't worry. It may look like an old piece of junk, but it didn't forget how to drive quick as a wind," Justin reassured her.

Emily took a deep breath. If a second earlier her heart was pounding with excitement at the sight of Evans, now it was pounding with the desire to run over him with this "drives-quick-as-a-wind" car.

"Mr. Evans, I can see what it is. I am asking what the-," she bit her lip. The urge to swear was too strong.

"It's a Cadillac!" she pointed her finger at the spectacular snow-white beauty of the American car industry.

"Well, yes, Cadillac," the boss looked at the car indifferently, as if he hadn't arrived in it, "By the way, as promised, I took the oldest one from my grandfather's garage, since mine doesn't suit you."

The oldest?! A simple one... She wanted a simple one, and not... a rare 1959 Cadillac Eldorado worth more than two hundred thousand dollars!

Granny is just crazy about this car, this is her favorite model! Emily has heard the story five hundred times about how her grandmother had an amazing date, riding in such a car with her fan! Even the color of this car is the same!

She imagined how she drives up in this car to Mrs. Hayes's house, accompanied by an equally spectacular man, and introduces him to granny as her boyfriend.

Ha! Never in her life will grandma believe in such a thing! She will think Emily hired an actor.

"It's too good to be true," she muttered out loud.

"You attach too much importance to detail," she heard over her ear and a warm palm rested on her waist, gently pushing the girl forward, "Enjoy the moment. Please," Evans opened the door and invited her into the car.

The leather armchair, which is the same white as the car, with a few coffee-colored inserts around the edges, turned out to be very comfortable. Emily felt herself relaxing. She closed her eyes and imagined how the wind would caress her face as they started to move.

The driver's door clicked. The man started the engine. Emily froze, afraid to open her eyes. A strange warmth flared inside her from the sensation of being so close.

"Is my girlfriend taking a nap? What were you doing at night?"

Emily widened her eyes. Justin's face was a few centimeters away from her, so she could see specks of brown in his gray eyes.

"You forgot to fasten your seat belt," he grinned, snapping the buckle of her seat belt.

"Thank you," she replied, trying not to breathe. But she also forgot to breathe before that!

Justin, as if on purpose, paused for a moment, straightening the belt, with which everything was already fine.

"The seat tilt adjuster is right here," he took her hand and pulled it somewhere under the seat, leaning even closer as he did so. "You can customize it as you like."

I feel comfortable when I can breathe! But with you, boss, it doesn't work out very well!

"It's convenient for me," she squeezed out barely audibly and inhaled. It was dry in her throat and she felt thirsty.

The man dabbed a glance at her half-open lips and pulled away, sitting down in his chair. "Let's go," he replied, and the car pulled away.

Emily noticed how he gripped the steering wheel tightly, but after a few seconds, his palms relaxed.

"Mr. Evans-"

"Justin."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Call me Justin. Don't you find it strange to address your boyfriend in an official tone, even if the boyfriend is fictitious?" Evans cast a laughing glance at the girl.

Oh, exactly. But she didn't think about that!

It's one thing to sell granny the story about her boyfriend Justin, and quite a different thing to say the same things to his very face!

"Justin." To Emily's surprise, his name slipped from her lips in soft molasses, light and natural, as if she pronounced it every day. She liked the way it sounded from her lips. "Justin-"

"Yes, Emily?" the personal boss driver looked extremely pleased.

He didn't even look at the navigator display to keep track of the road. Emily sent him the address of her grandmother yesterday.

"We haven't discussed our legend. Grandma will start asking different questions, we need to work as a team so as not to get busted."

Evans chuckled, "Tell her everything as it is. Like, we met in a cafe by accident, we work together in a publishing house. When you try to come up with something, it's easier to fall for lies. Better to be silent than to say too much." The boss was unperturbed as if meeting grandmothers was a normal thing for him to do every morning.

Emily, on the other hand, was getting nervous. It was noticeable. And from understanding this, she was even more nervous.

"I will say that you work as a model in a magazine. You have a busy filming schedule, so you are often busy. This is in case she likes you, and she decides to feed you not only breakfast but also lunch."

"Will she like me?" Evans asked a question, the answer to which was obvious.

Yes, she will just be crazy about you! You don't need to be psychic to predict this.

"Depends on her mood," Emily dodged the details. The man already looked more than pleased. Raising his self-esteem to the level of future-beloved-son-in-law was not part of her plans.

It would be a big victory to enter the grandmother's house and leave it safe at first. And preferably without consequences.

"Why a model? No, I mean I do realize that I am a quite charming and handsome young man," the boss was not distinguished by modesty, "But isn't my job title more profitable in terms of image?"

Much more profitable! Mr. Perfection will set such high standards that all the Kevins and philosophers from France will fade!

If Emily was not satisfied with the boyfriends-to-be that her grandmother imposed, then after Evans, the grandmother would not be satisfied with the one that Emily'd suggest.

Hell, it seems that her personal life is doomed to failure, the girl belatedly realized. It's not known what will happen with the boss, but after SUCH a fictitious boyfriend, she can kiss the possible real ones goodbye.

"Grandma is not a supporter of office romances. Especially with the authorities," she decided to cool his ardor.

Let the boss worry a little. She's not the only one to be nervous, is she? Why he should be sitting here, all as stylish and attractive as the king?

Emily cast a sidelong glance at the man. Black strands fell casually over his forehead. She really wanted to run her fingers into them and pull them back.

What a handsome bastard after all.

And how did she manage to fall in love with her senior again?

Emily grabbed her handbag in her lap and sighed softly.

In fact, the grandmother would not care who her granddaughter met. The girl herself had a point about the bosses.

"Here we are," Evans announced in a solemn tone.

Emily was taken aback for a moment. How? Already?

To their left was a small fence with rose bushes and a path leading to the entrance to the house.

She didn't even notice how they got there!

She seemed to be bringing a fictitious boyfriend to a meeting with her grandma, but why does it feel inside like she is introducing her future husband to her family?

While the girl was in mild prostration, Evans got out of the car, walked around it and opened the passenger door, holding out his hand to Emily.

She instinctively placed her hand in his. But as soon as she put both shoes on the path, the man with a confident movement pulled her to him and hugged her tightly.

Emily felt a light breath on her cheek, and then her skin burned with the touch of his lips. Short, but so hot that there was little air in the lungs at once. And how to take another breathe, she again completely forgot.

It all happened so quickly that Emily was confused. She tried to take a step back, but Justin pulled her even closer and whispered to the very lips, "Don't twitch or ruin the whole show. Your grandmother is watching us from the window."

The show, god damn it! A little more, and this show can be called "the last seconds of the life of Emily Hayes"! Yes, her heart almost exploded from an overabundance of emotions!

And those lips, hot and defiant, were just two centimeters from her own!

"I'll choke you, Justin Evans," she couldn't take her eyes off his mouth, which curved into a seductive grin.

This shameless bastard knew exactly what he was doing and knew how he influences her with his teasing.

"In your arms, I hope?" he asked.

Emily leaned forward, cutting the two-centimeter distance to a few millimeters, "Yeah, right. You wish."

Justin chuckled, smeared his lips on the girl's cheek, and whispered in her ear, "This is what I do every night, my dear."

The smug smile widened. He stepped aside and pulled out a bouquet of... lavender from the back seat of the car.

"It's not for you, it's for your grandmother," the boss stuck out his tongue in a childish way, grabbed Emily by the arm, and dragged her toward the house.

She resignedly followed the man. Her words clearly did not coincide with her actions.

The boss was right. If she wanted to choke him, she would hug him to death.

"Shameless," she said. For what she heard in response,

"Oh yeah. You'll like it."