The Boss in New York

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine:

Brendan gladly took me home where I took a quick shower and got changed into a light blue sleeveless dress that goes just above my knees with a thin black belt around my waist. I grabbed my clutch and wore my black ballet flats on the way out.

In the car, I saw Brendan fiddling with his iPhone. I got in the car and looked at him. He smiled at me, vice versa.

"Are you ready?" He asked. He eyed me up and down. “Aw, cute, we’re matching,” he smirked, referring to his light blue dress shirt.

I nodded. "Yeah. Where are we going?"

He smirked. "That's for me to know and you to find out."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay then."

He gave me a confused look. "What, no pleading?"

I shrugged. "It won't help anyway. It's so typical."

He chuckled and shook his head. "You're so different."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Let's just say I'd like to keep it this way," He confessed, looking deeply in my eyes.

I blushed. "Thank you, I guess."

He nodded and started the engine.

I examined him. He looked incredibly sexy in his light blue dress up shirt, complimenting his ocean blue eyes. His hair was in its normal dishevelled look, making his features extremely good looking.

"Why are you staring?" He asked.

I cleared my throat in embarrassment and I faced the front. "I’m not staring."

He chuckled. "I told you, a picture lasts longer."

"In your dreams."

"Oh, you don't know what happens in my dreams," He purred.

I gulped. "I - I don't even want to know," I stuttered.

His laughter echoed in the car. "Oh my God, your face was hilarious!"

I huffed. "Stop making fun of me!"

He kept laughing.

"Aren't you supposed to be looking at the road instead?" I started.

Still no response but a boom of laughter.

"Stop it or I'll get off of this car, hurt myself, and I won't go on a date with you," I playfully threatened, smirking.

He stopped instantly and stopped at the red light, looking at me seriously.

"You wouldn't dare," He gasped, shocked.

I smirked. "Watch me."

I was about to grab the handle when his hand quickly grasped my arm. "Please don't go," He pleaded with a puppy-dog eyes. "Don't leave me."

I sat back, trying to not laugh.

"You're mean," He said childishly.

I grinned. "I know I am."

I looked at his eyes intently, who are also looking at mine. I leaned in a bit, him doing exactly the same thing. I can feel my stomach churning in excitement, my mouth having a spasm of tingled of just the thought of my face and lips are this close to his.

When we were a few centimeters apart, a car honked at us. I quickly pulled away, my back on the leather seat of the sports car.

"Dammit," He cussed under his breath.

'Dammit, indeed,' I thought.

I blushed, looking at the passing buildings as we speed down the street.

We made it to a big meadow. The flowers and grass stood still. The sun is shining brightly and sky was blue from up above.

I gasped at the sight. It was beautiful.

"Do you like it?" Brendan asked nervously.

I looked at him bewilderly. "Are you kidding me? It's beautiful!"

He let out a sigh of relief. "I always come here whenever I need to think."

I had to ask him. "How many girls have you brought here?"

His eyes showed amusement. "Why? Are you jealous?"

I rolled my eyes and looked away, my cheeks starting to heat up. "No."

He chuckled and brought my face in front of his, just inches apart. My nose touching his. "No."

I looked at him with a confused expression. "No, what?"

"No, I haven't brought any girls here."

"Why's that?" I asked him.

From the corner of my eye I saw him shrug. "Because it felt like they never deserved to see this."

I smiled. "And you think I deserve to see this?"

He nodded. "I believe so."

"Why is that?" I pushed.

He groaned. "Is this twenty questions or what."

I just patiently looked at him, waiting for an answer.

He sighed. "Because you're different from everyone else." He finally answered.

I nodded. "Is that a good thing?" I asked once more.

He looked at me as if I were insane.

"I promise it's the last question," I chuckled.

He shook his head. "The way you are is just perfect."

I blushed and sat up straight.

"Thank you," I said.

He cleared his throat. "You're welcome. Should we get going?"

I nodded. "What are we going to be doing?"

He grinned. "Are you hungry?"

I felt my stomach growl a little. "Starving."

His grin even went wider. "Perfect."

He went out of the car and as I was about to open my door, he ran to my side and opened it for me.

I looked at him and rose my eyebrow.

He held out a hand and I gladly took it. He's such a gentleman.

"Thank you," I smiled.

He grinned. "You're welcome."

He went to the boot of the car and grabbed a picnic basket.

I gasped. "We're going to have a picnic?"

He looked at me in a confused manner. "Yeah, why?"

I squealed. "I've never been to a real picnic before!"

He chuckled. "Well, there's always a first for everything."

I nodded eagerly. "I hear you."

He locked the car and grabbed my hand. We started walking a bit and I skipped while he kept laughing at me. I couldn't care less. This is what I used to do when I was younger.

"You're such a kid," He chuckled.

I smiled sweetly at him. "What can I say? I miss my childhood."

He smiled. "So where do you want to sit?"

I looked at the huge oak tree a few meters away from us. I pointed at it. "Over there."

We walked towards it and he set up the picnic blanket and essentials, not letting me do anything after a large debate about it.

We finally sat down and he gave me a glass of champagne.

"Tell me about your childhood," He said.

"Well, not much to tell, really. I used to go to the local orphanage and help around. There used to be a little hill there and I was kind of imagining that I was with the little children," I said truthfully.

He smiled at me. "That was really sweet of you."

I shrugged. "I love children. The fact that I am fortunate enough to have my parents is such a huge deal."

He smiled sadly. "You are lucky."

I quickly scooted next to him and looked at his sad eyes. "What's wrong?"

He sighed. "My mom left when I was eight. Ever since then Josh and I have been independent since my dad is a workaholic. We did have an au pair but Josh and I wanted to know the way of life."

I frowned. "I'm sorry."

He gave me a confused look. "Why are you sorry for?"

"Because I partly boasted about having my parents with me," I mumbled.

"Don't worry about it. You kind of remind me of her, really."

I looked at him surprised. "How's that?"

"You have the same blonde hair, the same personality. You both are strong and brave. You are both compassionate about the unfortunate too. That's probably the reason why I was interested in you," He blushed.

I felt my cheek heat up. "She seems like a lovely lady."

He nodded. "She was. She wanted us to go with her. She couldn't handle the workaholism of my dad. That's why she left." A stray tear escaped his eye.

I cuddled with him, hugging him and just being there for him. He needed me. I will be his shoulder to lean on. He was vulnerable. I will be his knight in shining armor and brighten up his day somehow.

"I bet she's proud of you now," I announced.

"How?" He croaked.

"Because look at what you've become. You are successful in life. You are intelligent, handsome, courageous, passionate, and caring. You are what every mother wants for her son," I admitted.

He smiled smugly. “You really think I’m handsome?”

I playfully hit his chest. “Out of everything I’ve said, that’s the only thing that got your attention?” I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled. “I’m sorry. But do you really think that I’m all of what you’ve said before?”

I nodded. "I know so."

I kissed his cheek out of the blue and I felt my lips vibrate with the sensation.

"Do you feel that?" He asked.

"Yes."

"It's amazing," He confessed. "I've never felt anything like it before."

"I haven't either."

He looked at my eyes intently. "Kristine Roberts, will you please become my girlfriend?"

I gasped. “Isn’t it a bit too fast?” I asked with uncertainty.

He shrugged. “Maybe, but what I do know is that I enjoy spending my time with you. So, pretty please with a cute little cherry on top?"

I chuckled.

I leaned in and I kissed him on the lips. My stomach felt like it was about to burst with the pleasure that this kiss was giving me.

I pulled away with my eyes still closed, our breaths are ragged from the intense make-out session.

"Wow," I breathed out.

"Agreed," he sighed.

"Yes."