SWEET CONFUSIONS

CHAPTER 6

    I was giddily exuberant this morning even if I didn’t get any sleep last night. I toss and turn thinking about him. His kisses lingered on my lips. I get goose bumps just by thinking about his arms around me. I remember that small dimple when he smiles. His hands were hard and muscular, he has small calluses between his index and middle fingers which indicates that he does gets his hands dirty. Oh I want to be dirty with those hands... I’m daydreaming again. I have no regrets! Ahoohoohoo (laughing) ;o

    Sebastian makes me feel strange, and it’s a good kind of strange. My cold heart is melting for this Scottish bloke? It’s obvious that I am finally opening my th*ghs... I mean opening my heart. I could get lost in those icy blue eyes. I imagine my fingers running through his ash brown hair, and  kissing of his heart shaped face.

    I’ve been at the studio since 7:00 a.m. drinking crappy coffee from the vendo machine.There were male models everywhere in the studio. It’s Men’s fashion week I have to control the staff, because women tend to be rowdy when they see perfect chiselled body may it be in their early 20’s or late 40’s.

    The half naked male model walking around waiting for their queue, one model caught my eye, he’s almost the same as Sebastian’s body... I could still recall  he was wearing a tailored navy blue suit, with Canali’s cognac leather shoes. Moisture was building up between my girly region and it’s getting intense by the minute. Is it because of  Sebastian’s emulating hotness or how his clothes envelops his muscular body... Mhmm I want to be under his clothes... (drooling)

    I can’t get Sebastian out of my head. This might just be an infatuation, I’m guessing that this phase will pass. I just have to focus and ride it out until it just goes away. Okay, Natasha. You need to focus. Work first before s*xual urges. Casual, sportswear, and underwear are doing good. I checked all of the formal suits they’re good, but the shoes are very boring. I need something that makes a statement.

“Jessica, I want a different collection of shoes. Something interesting from Testoni or Louie Vitto.”

“Yes Boss. Calling them now.”

“I’ll be coming up to the office in 30 minutes. Could you please get me the Calypso calamari salad. I’m having my lunch in my office. Thank you.”

“On it, Boss.”

    Upon arriving in her office there was a distinctive scent of vanilla. The smell became stronger when she comes near her office doors. She pushed the doors open, she stopped in open-mouth amazement. Every table was covered with gold, Lladro glass, and Baccarat crystal vases of delicate long stems, and wonderful sprays of vanilla orchids. Dazedly, she touches a flower or two to assure herself that she wasn’t dreaming. The extravagance of the gesture was breathtaking. She felt herself blushing hot because she has never been flagrantly courted in her life. The flowers came with a single card embossed with his initials, saying:

Dear Natalie,

Looking forward to another wonderful evening with you.

- Sebastian

    He personally wrote the message and signed his name. The effort of that man is over the top but it is more romantic than just a typed written note. Besides on how did he know I prefer potted plants than bouquet of flowers? Specifically vanilla orchids? Beverly must have told him. I’ll thank her later. Just by the smell... It made my day.    

 “Hey, Boss.” Her assistant Jessica peeking through her office door, “The shoes are ready for the photoshoot tomorrow. Do you want to look at them?” her assistant gave her a box of premium dark and decadent chocolate collection from Cocoa Mountain, "From Mr. Monroe." she said while smirking and wiggling her eyebrows

“Have the shoes sent to the studio, I’ll be going down to check the setup.” Deleting the word ‘S*Xxxxxxxxxxx’ on the email that I was composing.

“How was your date last night?” setting a cup of coffee on the desk.

“Another disappointment. Another letdown.”

“I assumed it went well then.” Looking around the room and sitting on one of the chairs.

“It did. Too well. But I don't think I'm good enough for him though. He’s... nice.”

“Just nice? I googled his name by the way If you haven’t and he was a model before. See here.” Jessica showing me the picture of his early youths,

“Stalking is easier now that we have the internet.” I'm getting hyped without my morning caffeine.

“Stalking, is such a strong word, I prefer ‘Intense research of an individual’.” Jessica giggled.

“He is an eye-candy.” I mumbled dreamily.

“Ok. Well, I’ll leave you with the visual aids. Is there anything I can do for you, Boss?”

“Non. Thank you, Dear.” Resuming replying to emails and signing approvals. With Mr. Eye-Candy on my screen. Yes, I know it is unprofessional to have him on the screen all day. He’s looks better in person though but he’s too distracting. I won’t get any work done with him staring at me... ok just 10 seconds more of staring.

    My  phone buzzed startling me. On the screen was “Future Baby Daddy”. My eyes widen knowing it’s Sebastian calling. I had to pick myself from my floor. Stumbling to answer the call, I took a deep breath before answering. Praying to God that I won’t mess up.

“Hello.” His voice is so sensual.

“Hello Sebastian. I was about to give you a call to thank you for the Orchids.”

“It was my pleasure, Natasha.”

“How did you know I like vanilla orchids?”

“That one I put together last night.”

“Oh how is that?” fanning myself, I feel warm.

“Well, of all the flowers there you seem to be fixed with the orchids...”

“It’s that obvious huh?” bubbles up a charming giggle.

“Plus you smell like vanilla. I like that smell on you.” On hearing him said that made me hold my breath for a couple of seconds. I am clearly sweating profusely.

“Stop you’re teasing. You are making me blush, Sir” Stuffing tissue napkins under my armpits.

“I do? You must look cute. Sad, I’m not there to see you.”

“.... ;p” He thinks I'm cute! I'm doing my victory dance in my head.

“You’re still there?”

“Yes, I-I’m here.” beads of sweat cover my upper lip.

“Would you want to have dinner with me this Thursday?”

“I can’t Thursday. But I’m free tonight. I get off work at 4:00 p.m.”

“That’s great! My meeting is just near your office. I’ll come by at 4:00 p.m.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then.” I feel nervous all of a sudden. Why am I nervous?

“See you later.”

    My insides is all twisting. I have never been this nervous around anybody. I can even recall being this nervous ever! There's something about him that makes me act like a dork. No! I refuse to be love-struck. Love-struck? Really? Me? I have worked hard on my image that I don't even know who I am anymore. I feel confused.