Loving Mr. Cavalier - Chapter #6 - Free To Read

He took another step, then passed me by as he headed towards his room.

Once I was sure he was gone, I sighed allowing my shoulders to sag. I did a little dance to relieve the pressure off my legs.

"What did you do?" Chamille asked, as she approached me, though she couldn't keep the laughter from erupting in her chest. 
"Help me! He called for you and I went to see if he needed anything, and he said, he wanted you. So, I politely walked away." I began to explain in hushed, quick whispers.
"Did he say you could go?" She asked, and I looked down in guilt as I said, "well not exactly-" 
"Liliana-" Chamille said, in a scolding tone.
"I know, I know, but then he called me back, and he's had me standing there without saying anything. You have to help me!" I heaved, as I shook Chamille by her shoulders. 
"Alright, alright, just give it a minute, I'll come get you. Heads up." Chamille warned as she scurried back to her spot, and I stood up straight, just as Mr. Cavalier returned.

He chuckled once again when he passed by me, as though he was enjoying an inside joke, and it took all my willpower not to groan out in exasperation.

Chamille once again approached us and she faced Mr. Cavalier as she said, "Mr. Cavalier, would it be alright if I borrowed Liliana? I need to show her how we prepare the meals."

He peeled his eyes away from his laptop, his eyes landing on me instantly.

He sent me a panty dropping smile as he said, coolly "of course."

I gulped as his eyes held mine, and as Chamille and I began to walk away, he called out my name once more, "Lilliana? Is there something you would like to say?" He asked, in all his arrogance.

I felt like throttling him.

"Thank you, sir." I replied, stiffly, hoping my words could silently kill him. 
And with a nod of his handsome head, I walked away after Chamille.

He was starting to get under my skin big time.

"Permission to kill the client." I whispered to Chamille who giggled as she said, "don't try and get me in trouble too." 
"Seriously, is he allowed to do that?" I asked, Chamille, my eyes flashing to where Mr. Cavalier sat in hope that he didn't hear me.
"Well, he does own half of the company, so maybe." Chamille shrugged. 
"He what?! I though he was simply the top client?" I asked,. 
"That and the fact that he owns half of the company. The other belongs to his father." Chamille explained. 
"So what? He's kind of my boss?" I questioned trying to get my facts straight.
"Mm hmm." Chamille nodded, then she laughed at my pale expression as she said, "cheer up, I think you're in the clear, or else he would've told you to sit the trip out already. Anyway, focus. We're approaching lunch time, and I already told you what the meals consisted of, so we can just prepare his plate. Did you bring anything to eat?" She asked, in an afterthought. 
"Well, I have a few granola bars and two bottles of Naked drinks. I'll be alright until we arrive in Rome." I assured and with a nod, Chamille continued her training.

Soon enough, we had a well-arranged platter ready to go.

"Okay, so I'll carry the platter, and you carry the ice bucket and the wine bottle. Just, try to ignore his taunts, and hopefully this can go smoothly." Chamille explained, and I nodded to let her know that I was ready.

With an encouraging smile, we began making our way towards Mr. Cavalier.

I told myself to keep calm and breathe. All I had to do was keep my eyes away from his, and everything would be fine.

Chamille placed the tray on the coffee table before him, and I placed the bucket and the bottle next to the tray.

Chamille poured his wine, and I simply stood back, hoping to avoid another mess.

Once he grabbed the cup from Chamille, he brought it to his lips and took a nice long sip, his eyes boring into mine the whole time.

I absentmindedly parted my lips, my tongue tasting over the slight part, as I found myself swallowing just as he did.

I suddenly felt really thirsty.

"Bon Appetit Mr. Cavalier." Chamille smiled kindly. 
"Ah merci Chamille." He replied, with a smile of his own, then he turned to me as if waiting for me to say something. 
"Um, enjoy your meal sir." I stated, meekly, and with a satisfied nod he dismissed us.

"Oh my God you're crushing on him." Chamille gasped when we reached our seats, and my eyes widened as I quickly denied "no. What? Pfft, I don't even know the guy." 
"He's the tall, dark, handsome stranger you want to sweep you off your feet." She continued as she sat back down, and I slapped my palm against my forehead as I said, "no. Chamille, no." 
"Oh this is good. This is so good." She smiled as she studied me, and completely ignored my words. 
"What part of no don't you understand?" I asked, my cheeks flushing. Oh, I was crushing big time. 
"I don't care what you say girlfriend. You're blushing like crazy. And I think he has a thing for you too." She stated, pushing her elbow into my side. 
"What?! No- Chamille, I don't even know the guy." I think I said, that before, but it wasn't getting through to her.
"So what? You guys already have the chemistry. I don't know why you're denying it." She shrugged, and I replied, "uh well maybe because he's a client, not to mention my boss, and oh yeah, I don't know him." I pointed.
"The sarcasm? That a defense mechanism for you?" She replied, and I frowned covering my face with my book as I whined "leave me alone."

Chamille chuckled and shook her head then said, "alright, alright, but just in case you wanted to know, he is single. No messy divorces, or kids in the picture." 
"Chamille." I called out. 
"That's all I wanted to add. I'm done." She raised her hands, and I sighed, looking away.

I looked at my watch and noticed that we had another six hours to go before reaching Rome, and for some reason my mind kept drifting back to Mr. Cavalier.

His eyes, his lips, his arrogance. Everything about him told me that he was out of my league, that I shouldn't even bother, but then again, his presence was like a magnet, drawing me in.

It felt strange that I found myself attracted to this man. A man I've only known for the past eight hours. Eight hours that were not as pleasant as I'd hope it would be.

I tried not to dwell much on the thought of Mr. Cavalier. There was no point in fantasizing anything could come between he and I. He was a Billionaire, practically my boss.

He carried himself with pride, attended fancy galas and ate foods that I couldn't even pronounce. I didn't fit into the picture of his lifestyle.

I'm sure he went for tall models, or gorgeous actresses who spoke his language. Money.

Sighing sadly, I went back to my book and immersed myself in the fictional world, where the girl did meet her handsome beau, and she would eventually live happy ever after.