One Last Try

The alarm clock was vibrating with a very loud buzzing sound, but the chill weather and the perfect deep rest she was having, one she never had for the past few years, couldn't let her stand up. Patricia lifted her hands, stretched it towards the alarm clock and hit the snooze button swiftly, and went back to her beautiful slumber. Micheal held the door knob and opened it and walked towards her. “It seems like you want to get us a new alarm clock”. He sits beside her and his fingers run through her hair gently. He moved a strand of hair to the back of her ear and leaned towards her to whisper “Wake up sleepy head, you'll be late for work.” But then she pushes his hand away. “Go away”. She attempts to push him out of bed but, of course, she couldn't. Micheal is a man that has a great physique, his broad shoulders and toned abs which were almost visible under his t-shirt. He gently lifted her up, and they walked towards the bathroom. He stared at her with his lovely blue eyes as he carefully placed her in the bathtub and strode towards the sink to retrieve the handheld shower faucet. He then turned to her and gave a devilish smile. What does he want to do? He gently positioned the spray nozzle above her, allowing the warm water to flow down her body, providing a soothing and relaxing experience. She looked up at him, her eyes forced to open as the water dripped down from her hair. “I hate you” she said, as the water almost attempted to enter her mouth. “Do you need my assistance, sweetheart?” he asked, his gaze softly lingering on her soaked pajamas, revealing every curve and contour, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her perky bosom was prominently shown, and agh this made his heart race. She lifts her hand up to the towel rack, yanks the towel from the towel rack and playfully tosses it at him, laughing as she shouts, “Get out!” He walks out, and she quickly takes a shower, puts on her casual clothes and leaves the room. She walked to the dining table, where Micheal had set breakfast and was seated awaiting her arrival. As she approaches the table, Michael looks up and smiles, his lovely eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good morning, beautiful. I hope you're hungry.” He teases her. She returns his smile, feeling a flutter in her chest. “I'm starving,” she replies, taking a seat across from him. The table is set with a delicious spread: scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toast, and fresh fruit. Michael pours her a glass of orange juice, and they clink glasses together in a silent toast. As they finish breakfast, she glances at the clock and realizes she needs to get going. “Hey, I'm so sorry, but I have to run,” she says, reluctantly pulling her hand out of Michael's. “I have a big project due today and I still have a lot to do.” Michael's face understandingly falls, but he nods supportively. “No worries, I know how important your work is. But let me at least walk you out and give you a proper goodbye,” he says with a charming smile. She smiles back, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. As they walk to the door, his arms are wrapped around her, and he gives her a warm kiss. “Good luck with your project, and I'll see you tonight?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with affection. She nods, feeling a flutter in her chest. “Tonight,” she confirms, before heading out the door and off to her busy day ahead. In the parking lot, she parked her car and as soon as she got down and locked the car, her pace increased towards her office. She was excited about tackling her project, but a part of her was she could have spent the day with Michael instead. She pushes the thought aside and focuses on the task at hand. At the office, she gets herself started with work, determined to meet her deadline. The door opens and Anna comes inside. She submits the papers to her. “Mrs Miller, the papers are ready”. She looked at her and they both chuckled. “It sounds so weird calling me that, I'm so used to Clarke”, Patricia said, teasing the secretary. I can keep calling you that, if that's what you like”, Anna suggested with a smile on her face. “No… no…no… It's fine, I'll get used to it, I like this one”. Patricia said, her cheeks were red, she was blushing all over her face. She reviewed the documents and signed “The team did a better job on this project” she commented, “We should fix a date for the meeting with Mr Sanchez”, Patricia commanded, and Anna gave a quick nod as a response. She stands up. “Let's go out for lunch, my treat” she says as she walks out of the office with Anna. Patricia and her employees, but she preferred calling them coworkers, sat down at the long table laden with lunch, they began to eat and chat. Suddenly, the calm ambiance was interrupted by Mia’s yelp of pain as she quickly pulled her hands out of the steaming hot soup. “Ahh!” she grunted in pain . Patricia quickly grabbed Mia's hands and began to blow on them to cool them down. But as she did, her eyes widened in surprise. Mia, still wincing in pain, flaunted her hand, revealing a sparkling diamond ring on her finger. A huge smile spread across her face as she announced, “I'm engaged!” Patricia hit her on the back, and she shouted “ahh.” “That was not funny,” Patricia said in an angry tone. They echoed congratulations and cheers Patricia spread her hands, offering her a warm hug, “That's amazing news! I'm so happy for you!” It was lunch over and back to business, Patricia relaxed into her office chair. Her back leaned onto the chair She was sipping her tea and scanning some documents when Anna, her usually composed assistant, burst into her office. "Mrs. Miller, someone is here to see you," Anna announced. Patricia raised her chin up, their eyes locking for a moment. Patricia's brown eyes narrowed slightly as she set her cup down, her mind wondering who this unexpected visitor could be. She finally asked, “Who is it, Anna?”