Breakfast
1063 Words
Betty.
After Harrison left my room, I headed to the bathroom, eager to wash away the remnants of sleep and the whirlwind of emotions that morning had stirred in me.
As the warm water cascaded over my skin, flashes of our recent interaction flooded my mind. The way his voice softened when he spoke, the kindness in his eyes, and his effortless confidence played on a loop in my head, making me smile involuntarily.
I never imagined Harrison could be so different from the stoic, businesslike man I knew at the office. The cold, calculated boss I was used to had melted into someone warm, charming, and unexpectedly attentive.
Any woman Harrison loves must be the luckiest woman alive, I thought.
It wasn’t just his devastating looks—his tall frame, sharp features, and smoldering charisma. It was his thoughtfulness, his unexpected kindness, that took my breath away.
For a fleeting moment, I wondered: What if he fell for me during this two-week vacation? Could something like that even happen?
Realizing I was drifting too far into fantasy, I shook my head and quickly turned off the shower.
“Stop it, Betty,” I whispered to myself as I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me. He’s your boss, a millionaire, and completely out of your league.
But no matter how much I tried to reason with myself, my heart refused to listen. It raced every time I thought of him.
After drying my hair, I opened the wardrobe, staring at its contents for what felt like an eternity. I wanted to look nice—but not too dressed up.
Casual yet elegant.
Finally, I decided on a long white dress with a high slit. It made me feel beautiful, confident even.
I applied some light makeup and styled my hair into loose waves, letting them frame my face.
Once I was satisfied with how I looked, a soft knock came at the door.
“Good morning, ma’am,” said a young woman in a neatly pressed uniform. She smiled warmly. “Mr. Harrison asked me to inform you that breakfast is ready and your presence is requested at the dining table.”
I nodded, feeling slightly out of place. “Thank you. I’ll be there shortly.”
The woman curtsied before leaving, and I stood there for a moment, stunned by the treatment. Politeness, deference—it was surreal. I wasn’t used to such luxury or attention.
Taking a deep breath, I smoothed my dress and stepped out of the room. My nerves were a mix of anticipation and unease.
The mansion was enormous, and I had no idea where the dining room was. As I wandered through the grand halls, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer opulence—the intricate chandeliers, polished marble floors, and breathtaking artwork on every wall.
It felt like I’d stepped into a dream.
After a few minutes, I finally found the dining room. And there he was.
He sat at the head of the table, effortlessly commanding the room even in his relaxed posture.
He wore a dark button-up shirt that clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, accentuating his sharp jawline. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
He didn’t just look handsome—he looked otherworldly, like some demi-god who had descended to Earth.
When his eyes met mine, time seemed to pause. My heart skipped a beat as he rose to his feet, his gaze locking with mine in a way that made my knees weak.
“You look amazing,” he said, his voice rich and smooth.
“Thank you,” I murmured, feeling my cheeks flush.
He moved toward me, pulling out a chair for me to sit. His gentlemanly gesture flustered me, but I managed to take my seat. Soon, we were enjoying a breakfast spread so lavish it felt like something out of a movie—freshly baked croissants, vibrant fruits, and perfectly cooked eggs.
As we ate, he broke the silence. “I’ll be stepping out for a while,” he said, his tone casual but thoughtful. “But I’ll be back shortly. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”
I nodded, unsure of what to say.
“When I return,” he continued, “we’ll head out to shop for some Christmas decorations. This house could use a bit of holiday cheer.”
The thought of spending more time with him sent a flutter through my chest. I nodded again, my voice betraying me as my mind raced.
As we finished breakfast and prepared to leave the dining room, Harrison surprised me. He reached out, gently pulling me closer. My heart stopped as I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat.
“You are so beautiful, Betty,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.
Before I could respond, his lips met mine in a slow, tender kiss. Sparks ignited across my skin, every nerve alive with sensation. His touch was both gentle and commanding, making me feel cherished, wanted, and completely undone.
When he finally pulled away, I was breathless, my thoughts scattered in every direction.
“I’ll see you soon, beautiful,” he said with a soft smile before walking away, leaving me standing there, stunned and aching for more.
Back in my room, I touched my lips, still tingling from the kiss. What was happening to me? I wondered, my heart racing.
It was impossible to deny it now.
I was falling for him—falling hard.
But I couldn’t shake the voice in my head reminding me of the impossible gap between us.
Harrison was a millionaire, my boss, and a man whose world was so far removed from mine. I was just a cleaner, someone who didn’t belong in his orbit.
Still, a small, hopeful part of me clung to the possibility. For the first time in my life, I felt seen. Desired. Valued. And even though I tried to fight it, I couldn’t stop dreaming of the chance that maybe—just maybe—Harrison might feel the same way about me.
The day ahead promised more time together, more moments to explore this strange connection growing between us.
As I prepared myself for what lay ahead, I couldn’t help but wonder: What if this could be the start of something real?
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