Loving Mr. Cavalier - Chapter #4 - Free To Read

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and prepped myself to speak again, but that was interrupted when my heart lodged in my throat at his voice.

"Am I annoying you Liliana?" He questioned, and the second I opened my eyes and met his dark ones, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.
"Uh, not at all sir. Would you like anything to dr-"
"A glass of red wine will be fine, thank you." He simply cut me off mid-sentence, and I had to count to five to stop myself from replying.

Feeling appalled by his behavior, yet helpless that I had to hold my tongue, I turned and headed to Chamille.

On the way there, the way he pronounced my name echoed in my ears, which had goosebumps growing over my skin. He was definitely a foreign handsome beau.

Once I reached Chamille, her laughter became even more evident, and I groaned as I said, "that was not nice of you." 
"Oh, but you did so well. At least you're not crying." Chamille shrugged as if this was a test that many had failed before. 
"Some people have cried?" I asked, in disbelief, and Chamille shook her head as she said, "like you wouldn't believe. Anyway, what did he ask for? Wait let me guess, a glass of red wine?" 
"Yep." I nodded then smiled, and Chamille stood up and led me to the kitchenette.

She showed me where to find the glass, and where the wine was kept. As she worded out her instructions, and I nodded attentively, I had a moment of weakness and my eyes flashed in Mr. Cavalier's direction.

The moment I did so, my heart leaped against my chest, a jolt rushing through my body, as I felt my face heat up when our eyes met.

Looking away quickly, which gave me a mini whiplash, I tried to breathe, though it came out slightly shaky, but I still blamed that on my nerves. Though the nagging voice of my subconscious told me otherwise.

After Chamille set the wine in an ice bucket, and prepped the glass on a tray, she helped me carry them towards Mr. Cavalier.

Once we reached him, he teared his eyes away from his laptop, and leaned back in his chair.

I did everything in my power to look anywhere but directly at him. But in my peripheral vision, I could feel his eyes drilling into my skull, his index finger once again resting against his lips.

The very nice, soft looking lips.

I was really trying to focus on the task at hand, but my heart thudding against my rib cage did not help alleviate the stress I was feeling.

Still blaming it on the nerves though.

Chamille watched me attentively as I removed the cork from the bottle and began pouring it in the glass. As I did so, it took all my strength not to let my knees shake because his heavy gaze had not moved from my face. And the nerves were bubbling through my body.

I was almost done pouring his drink when the plane shook from side to side due to slight turbulence.

Next thing I knew, my hand slipped, and Mr. Cavalier jumped to his feet, his very white, clean, crisp dress shirt now spoiled with a splash of red wine, due to his unbuttoned suit jacket.

His dark eyes flashed to me and I gulped my mouth going dry.

Chamille gasped, right before he brushed past me, and headed to his room.

Groaning I placed the bottle down, and slapped my palm against my forehead, which was now damp with sweat due to my embarrassment.

Well, it seems I could kiss this job goodbye.

"Alright, this is a first, at least with him, but pick yourself up, and go collect the shirt from him." Chamille explained, though she remained calm as my eyes flashed to hers, while I looked at her as though she was insane.

It was my first day, and as much as I understood why she wasn't taking it easy on me, it was still my first day.

"Get the shirt from him, and we'll get the stain out." Chamille instructed further when my eyes begged her to give me a break. But with an encouraging smile, she cleaned up the bottle and tray, and headed to the kitchenette, while I puffed my cheeks and blew out some air before rolling my eyes and said, "come on, cut me some slack. The guy already hates me, now you're sending me to get his shirt?"
"Mr. Cavalier is not that bad. He doesn't bite, he's just very serious and quiet. Just knock on the door and collect the shirt." Chamille encouraged, and I almost felt like stomping my feet like a child and shake my head in defiance.

But of course, if she was pushing me to do this, it must've meant that maybe I hadn't blown my chances at this job after all.

So, picking up my shattered pride, and trying to squeeze the embarrassment from my mind, I shakily made my way to his room, my fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with one another.

As I took slowed, measured but still very shaky breaths, I arrived at his door.

I gulped once more, my throat feeling as dry as the Sahara Desert, then I wiped my sweaty palms on my knee length skirt, then knocked softly on the door.

I waited patiently, the deafening silence from across the door overpowered by the quick echoing thud of my heart.

After a moment of no response, I knocked once more, and yet I received nothing, so taking a deep breath, I sent a silent prayer and opened the door.

Mr. Cavalier was nowhere to be seen. It seemed he was in the small adjoining bathroom, so of course he hadn't heard me knock.

Taking a step into the room, I shook my head impressed. It was a small space, but well arranged. The bed was clean and made, he had a window by the bed, and a small nightstand.

I found myself taking slow steps towards the bed, my fingers running over the smooth sheet, and I smiled at the softness.

I could totally sleep in these sheets, I thought, and my subconscious agreed.

But soon, I suddenly got the urge that I was being watched.

I turned around sharply, earning myself another whiplash, and there I spotted Mr. Cavalier. Shirtless. And ten times more intimidating as his heavy gaze fell on my face, then ran down my body, and back up.

I gulped once more, and clasped my hands before me, so he wouldn't see them shake.

I was caught feeling his bed, daydreaming in his personal space.

I was done for.

He began approaching me, and my mouth developed a mind of its own.

"Mr. Cavalier, I-I am so sorry. This is not what it looks like. I mean it does, but it's doesn't. I know it seemed that I was feeling your bed, but I was just interested in the sheets. I mea- not that I want your sheets, or to be in your sheets. Don't take me wrong! I'm sure being in your sheets is really nice, but that's not what I want at all! I mean that would be crazy, and wrong, so wrong." I couldn't slow down enough to take a breath. 
At my words he cocked his head, and my eyes opened wide as I said, "oh no, I didn't mean to offend you. I mean those who want to be in your sheets, there's nothing wrong with that, it's just that I wanted to clarify that, I- didn't... want- to... be.. in- your..." I found myself trailing off as he finally stopped right in front of me.

My eyes quickly escaped his gaze as they fell to his chest and fit upper body.

Oh my... there was definitely something wrong with me. I was feeling hot. A little too hot. And I had the urge to do something very naughty, as my eyes greedily drank in his gorgeous body, my dirty subconscious licking her lips in approval.

Was this still because of the nerves?

"Liliana." He called out with a low tone, but the authority was very clear, and I closed my eyes gulping once more. The way he said, my name, almost felt like a soft feather brushing against my skin. Soft, yet still had an effect that made my entire body tingly.

I was sounding like a hormonal teenager. I had to get it together.

I had to count to five before opening my eyes and finally meeting his eyes.

When he seemed satisfied with my acknowledgement, he took a deep breath, and I felt my body almost sway in his direction, as if his eyes were a magnet, pulling me in.

Then, he simply lifted his hand, and released his spoiled shirt onto my playful fingers, walking away the second he did so.

When he did so, I all but dashed from his room, making sure to splash some cold water onto my face before making my way to Chamille.

So far on my first day, the only thing I could think about was that I was in very big trouble, and all because of a glass of red wine.