To Color Your Life

It was too late to pretend that she was not at home. Evans was already inside. Kicking the boss out when he was looking at you with such a disarming smile (and three bags of groceries behind) would be the height of insolence.

"You didn't warn me that you would come." Emily folded her arms over her chest, and the man followed her movement with his gaze.

She looked so cute with those pouty lips, short shorts, a T-shirt and a towel on her head.

"How come? And what about dinner? We agreed to have dinner with your grandmother, but we did not agree that I would come to dinner with her. Admit it, Miss Hayes, it will be much more spectacular if I meet our lady on the doorstep."

Emily sighed and waved her hand. She had less and less desire to somehow resist the initiative of this man.

Her entire nervous system at the moment kept a mask of calm on her face, when everything inside was shaking like a nine-point earthquake. The destruction was catastrophic, but not fatal... yet.

"Where is your kitchen?" Justin shook his head, "Aha, I think there it is!" he pointed the right direction. It would be weird not to find a kitchen in a studio apartment!

He picked up the food bags from the floor and carried them to the resting place - some of the groceries were supposed go to straight to the fridge, some went right to the table.

"I bought fruits and vegetables. I also brought a couple of dishes from the restaurant with me. But don't worry," he noticed the skeptical look of the girl standing behind him, leaning against the wall, "These are the easiest dishes even a schoolboy can cook."

"I'm afraid then I'm at the kindergarten level. You overestimate my culinary skills, Mr. Evans."

Emily glanced at the table, which was already piled high with food. One got the feeling that the boss had scooped up everything to the basket that came to his hand. But why is this all from the premium department?! Even fruits were in a package that cost more than themselves!

"Mr. Evans, do you often go to grocery stores?"

"Not really," the boss replied, continuing to lay out the purchases like it was wild boar meat which he obtained from a dangerous fight.

"And it shows," Emily shook her head. Gosh, how much money one could save without losing quality!

She tried to boggle her head with thoughts about the prices of non-essentials, just not to look at the man whose tight-fitting T-shirt only fueled an already violent fantasy.

Justin was wearing light jeans and a white T-shirt. It all suited him so magnificently that the legend about his job as a model looked quite believable. At least the male models in the Pharaoh would have a real competition in terms of the look of their boss.

Justin Evans was quite an eye candy.

Hayes, just think, such a man is sorting food in your kitchen! If she had told herself this a couple of weeks ago, she would have rolled a finger at her temple and sent herself to a psychiatrist.

"Mmm! Just smell this mango! By the way, they delivered it by direct plane from Thailand!" Evans handed the girl an exotic fruit.

Which, by the way, smelled great.

"I suggest we eat it right now, and then get down to the main things to do! I'll wash, and you get the knife, Miss Hayes." The boss was one step next to the sink and turned the handle of the tap.

"Do not touch it!" Emily rushed to stop the man, but it was too late.

A jet of water under pressure shot to the side, and doused her from head to toe.

"It's broken," she added an already obvious thing.

That's just... what the hell, the boss opened the tap, and she was the one who turned out to be wet?! The man's reactions were enviable. Evans easily dodged the water attack, which hit the girl with all its might.

Emily blinked in confusion, wiped the rest of the water off her face and looked at Justin. He was looking not at her face, but somewhere below her neck area.

The girl looked down at her chest, covered with a wet T-shirt and flashing everyone around.

Oh damn it! A wet shirt on a naked body looked more perverse than just a naked body!

"Oh," Emily gasped and covered her chest with her hands. She turned and dashed towards the room, but did not take into account that there was water on the floor and it was slippery.

The girl did not even take two steps, as her leg slipped to the side. Emily lost her balance and began to fall.

That's all Hayes, this will be the apotheosis of your shame, she imagined with horror her inglorious meeting of her face with the floor.

But the meeting got canceled: the boss's strong arms caught her in time.

"Modern girls are so shrewd! They will come up with anything to avoid cooking at all," Evans said in a hoarse voice and put her back on the floor on her feet.

She probably did damage something when she fell. Maybe she even got a concussion? Is it even possible to get a concussion before you fall?

Because a second ago, she definitely wanted to answer something, but instead just stared in fascination at the man's lips. They were so close that it was only enough to rise a little on tiptoe, stretch, and...

Emily swallowed dry, trying to think of something else. But the brain finally paused all thoughts. The towel fell from her head, wet hair were cascading over her shoulders, creating coolness on her back. In contrast to the hot body of the man who she was pressing against now.

Justin, either laughing or groaning, grabbed her into an armful, squeezing her even closer. Emily's head was spinning, but inside...

She always believed that talking about butterflies in the stomach was just a beautiful exaggeration. No, she felt something similar once. The first time she and Peter kissed, in the dark university auditorium, where nothing could be seen but only his hands and hot breath were felt.

Neither kisses after, nor even the first sex did not cause her such sensations as that very first kiss.

Now Emily felt as if she had a whole swarm of butterflies inside, and they all came to life at once and flapped their wings impatiently.

The man bent down slightly and his mouth covered hers.

The kiss was not timid and tender. It was not rude, persistent, and demanding that Emily read about in romance novels at work.

It was such a kiss which burns out all the air around and makes you feel nuttier than a fruitcake.

It was such a kiss, from which it darkens in the eyes and the whole world gets upside down.