Chapter 2
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"Are you really this quiet?" Amanda asked me from the backseat of her car.
"Yes Ma'am" I answered.
My eyes were fixed on the road.
I’m silent right now because part of me was still thinking about what happened awhile ago in her bedroom.
I never thought a girl can touched me like that.
The effects on me were like thunder booming in my insides. I swallowed as the memory of her touch crossed my mind.
"Even in bed?" she asked.
Holy s**t!
I almost stepped on the damn break!
Hell!
My throat immediately dried up and I swallowed rapidly.
I don’t know how to answer her question.
How can this girl asked that kind of question to a man that is yet a stranger to her?
I cleared my throat.
When she spoke again, a sigh of relief escaped from me. This is really getting awkward and I’m sweating like a pig.
"You know I really hate you. I don't want to have a bodyguard following me around like a puppy, it will be very annoying. Plus, I don't want someone driving my car, you see, I used to drive my car wherever I want to go but here you are, driving for me which is annoying since I love driving and now I can't drive" she said and rolled her eyes.
I gazed at her from the rear view mirror and she stared back.
I backed down.
I also wanted to tell her that I don’t want to be a bodyguard and that this wasn’t my choice but I can’t do that.
That would be impolite and she might slap me again.
"Your father required me to drive you and accompany you wherever you wish to go Ma'am" I said to her.
She smirked.
She leaned forward and grabbed the headrest of my seat.
"Don't call me Ma'am or I'll slap you again" she whispered in her sultry voice.
"What should I call you?"
"Mandy is fine with me" she said while leaning back on the backseat.
"Okay Mandy..."
"Ryan, how old are you?" she asked out of the blue.
"I'm 27" I answered.
"You're old" she said.
"How about you?" I asked her back.
"I'm 22...and you're old" she teased me.
I gazed at her in the rear view mirror and she was narrowing her eyes at me in a very seductive way.
Again, I backed down and fixed my eyes on the road.
She really is a teased.
I don’t know if I should be amused or what.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
I stifled a smile.
"No Mandy, I don't have a girlfriend" I answered.
"Good. That's good" she snapped and she was grinning from ear to ear.
"W-why are you smiling?" I asked her amusedly.
"I might need a boyfriend" she simply said.
Like those words don’t matter to her, like this is just a normal conversation.
She even shrugged!
I gasped.
What does she even mean?
Does she want me to be her boyfriend?
For real?!
This girl is driving me crazy.
I’m just so glad that I’m not facing her right now. She could have seen the blush that was creeping from my nape to my ears and face. I can feel it. My face was hot from embarrassment and amusement at the same time.
"So that means you don't have a boyfriend?" I asked her.
"I bet that's a personal question Ryan but I'll answer it anyway. I never had a boyfriend" she said.
I almost snorted.
What?!
This young gorgeous lady behind me never had a boyfriend? How’s that even possible?
I’m pretty sure boys were chasing her like a damn hungry dogs.
"Like never ‘never’?" I asked again.
"Never in a million years. Why? Is it unbelievable? Is it because I looked like this? I’m single by choice. I want someone who can read and only a strong hearted man can love a strong woman or else, he will break” she said silently.
The last part was like a whisper.
"Read?" I asked her, confused.
"Yep, the one who can read and understood" she answered.
I gazed at her in the rearview mirror and she was looking outside the window.
I didn’t ask again. I don’t want to pry.
I think it’s something she doesn’t want to talk about.
I parked the car in the underground parking lot of that mall we’re heading.
She immediately got out from the car. She didn’t even waits for me to open her door.
I turned off the engine and got out from the car too.
"Are you really coming with me? Like, like a tail?" she asked me, annoyed.
She crossed her arms against her chest and faced me.
"Yes Ma'--Mandy" I stuttered.
"Look, you don't have to go with me everywhere. I can tell my dad that you’re doing your job. You don't have to do this. How about, I'll double your salary and you don't have to go with me everywhere, how's that?" she asked me, grinning from ear to ear.
She looked even prettier smiling like that.
I smirked at her.
"Are you bribing me?" I challenged her.
"Yes" she said matter-of-factly.
"My answer is no, sorry, I made a promise to your dad that I'll protect you no matter what happens and you will be in my priority list” I answered.
She sighed heavily, exasperated.
"Fine!" she shouted to my face.
She shuffled to her feet and walked towards the mall entrance.
I followed her but she immediately stopped and I almost bumped into her.
"Here, take this!" she said and shoved her bag on my chest.
"Hold my bag. This is what you want, right?” she said before quickly walking towards the mall entrance.
I shrugged and carried her shoulder bag.
It’s Prada.
Damn!
It's heavy.
I followed her inside the mall.
Wow!
We’re inside a big boutique right now.
PINK CLOSET, that’s the name of this boutique.
There is a second floor but all I can see right now are women’s dresses, bags, shoes and accessories. Maybe men’s stuff is in upstairs.
Mandy was greeted by the sales ladies politely, too politely I guess. Two sales ladies or I guess managers since they’re wearing different uniforms from the regular sales ladies, followed her around.
"How many people came in here at this very hour?" Mandy asked one of the managers.
I’m just silently standing at the corner of the boutique while carrying her Prada.
I looked around the boutique.
Most of the people there are female.
Jeez, and some of them were eyeing me speculatively.
Then I looked down to the shoulder bag I am holding right now.
Shit!
They might think I'm gay.
"I want you to change the clothes of that mannequin, it looks cheap and preppy. We want sexy and elegant. Change that, now" Mandy demanded to the manager.
Wait...
How can she do that?
Hell!
This boutique is hers?
Like hers? At the age of 22?
Just wow!
The manager shuffled to her feet and walked towards the mannequin.
Mandy was checking the place.
Eyeing every corner of the boutique.
She looked mature in her faded jeans, black stiletto and black long sleeves.
Her wavy and messy hair looked fine on her.
Seeing her right now, she looked tall and slim but with average chest and firm behind.
Firm?!
How can I say that?
She's wearing jeans for Pete’s sake!
I immediately shifted my gaze to the floor.
I don’t want her seeing me blush.
Blushing is for girls.
Then, in a flash, I saw her black stiletto and I looked up.
She is now standing in front of me.
Jeez.
"Are you dozing off?" she asked me and her brows were deeply creased.
"No, of course not"
"Come" she said and turned her back to me.
I followed her.
We went upstairs to the second floor.
I was amazed when I saw that the second floor was full of men’s stuff.
I was right.
"I'm going to dress you up" she said to me.
"What?" I asked, confused.
She then faced me.
"You looked good with your outfit today but I really think it's too formal for me. You see, I am just wearing a mall attire but you look like you have a court hearing to attend to, so tell me, are you really a bodyguard or a lawyer?" she asked me, smirking in a hot way.
Her voice was soothing and she was crossing her arms across her chest.
"So, I need to adjust my clothing just to blend in with you?" I asked.
"Absolutely" she said while raising her one eyebrow at me.
My mouth dropped open.
This is unbelievable!
"So? Come, follow me" she said.
On every tracks that we walked by, she grabbed one item and so on. She’s not even looking at it.
She’s just randomly picking!
I can't believe this woman!
She then shoved the five shirts on my chest. Again!
She obviously liked shoving stuff to my chest.
She quickly walked towards the jeans section and grabbed five pairs of jeans.
I shook my head out of amusement. I can’t almost grab a hold of all these stuff right now.
"Go there, and fit all of these" she said to me while pointing to the fitting room.
When I finished fitting all the items she picked for me, I immediately went out from the fitting room wearing the outfit that I think can blend with her right now.
I just hope so that I’m right.
Wearing a black v-neck 3/4 shirt, denim jeans and black shoes I went out from the fitting room.
She’s busy talking to the manager and her back to me.
I cleared my throat to get her attention
When she faced me, a glint of amusement is in her eyes.
Her eyes were probing me from head to toe.
I immediately felt embarrass.
She then looked at her shoes, jeans and lastly her long sleeves.
Shit!
I realized, we’re now wearing identical clothes!
Like all black!
Black upper, denim jeans and black shoes.
"Is there a funeral?" she asked me while raising her eyebrow.
"What?" I asked innocently, not hinting the sarcasm in her voice.
"Honestly, you looked good with that but I don’t want people seeing us and wondering if we’re going to a funeral or what. Plus, it’s like we’re wearing a couple matching. Eew! Change your shirt" she ordered.
I immediately went back to the dressing room.
I decided to put on a gray t-shirt and headed out immediately.
"That's better" she said with a smile.
I’ll take that one as an approving gesture.
"Come, let's have brunch" she said and started to head out from the boutique.
I shuffled to my feet and followed her while carrying her Prada.
Honestly, I feel like a little puppy.
- Writer
