Captivated

Eleven

Ellie

I felt stiff on my seat.

The moment Parker leaned in, I felt stiff as a rock. I still couldn’t grasp the feeling of having him that close to me. He was only inches from my lips. I was snugged in his arms, and a different kind of warmth rushed inside me. He was so strong, solid, and he made me feel so safe and protected. His scent was so familiar and masculine, and it surrounded me.

I felt so weak.

As he flicked his tongue near my mouth, I couldn’t stop feeling hot. He smelled like mint.

He shifted and moved closer to my mouth.

I can’t take this anymore.

Without a minute passed by, our lips met.

He opened his mouth over me, and I motioned the same as well.

Sensation took over. The taste of chocolate, hot and sweet, were all over my taste buds. I moaned with approval and found way to his tongue.

He lifted me and pulled me into his lap.

That’s better. I thought.

I wrapped my arms around his nape. I ran my fingers through his hair. I felt his grip tightened on my waist as I did so.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the pilot has turned off the seatbelt sign. You are now free to move in the cabin,” the attendant said. The announcement whacked us over.

We both separated from each other. I sat back on my seat, but I was still laying on his chest because I feel embarrassed. I bit my lip while pictures from what happened minutes ago stormed inside my head.

What the f**k did I just do? I kissed my boss. My FREAKING BOSS! I thought to myself.

How stupid of me!!!

I felt my heart beat so fast, as if it’s gonna burst out of my chest.

What am I going to do now? This is so embarrassing!

“Uh… I’ll go to the restroom,” I said, and I quickly stood up from my seat and went walked straight to the restroom. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. What am I supposed to do now?

I breathed deeply and washed my face with water. I need to get back there.

I stared at my reflection. I felt my n*****s aroused. Thank God my jacket hid it!

I decided to go back. I saw Parker looking at the ceiling. It’s like he’s thinking about something. Is he thinking about what happened too? I wondered.

I awkwardly went back to my seat. The atmosphere is so awkward.

I breathed. “Thank you for keeping me calm,” I said.

“Don’t mention it,” he said coldly.

“I’m not propositioning you,” I said out of the blue. I had to say it, or else he’ll think I have feelings for him.

He turned his head and looked at me. “Where is this conversation even going?” he said.

“The other night when we had dinner, when I asked you about your dating and relationship rules, I didn’t mean anything,” I said in a low voice. “I don’t mean to sound like I’m hitting on you,” I said.

“I didn’t think of it that way,” he said, and stared at the ceiling again. Instead of reassuring me, he just went silent, taking it as a dismissal of the topic we were just talking about.

“Oh, okay,” I said. I fell silent as well. It’s a good thing that he didn’t thought of it that way.

But I couldn’t help but wonder why.

“Why not?”

He sighed. “Obviously, you’re not the flirt type. You’re too blunt to be flirty.”

“But why didn’t you tell me your rules?” I asked.

“Because it would be useless. You won’t even abide by it,” he said.

“I don’t know how you can say that,” I said.

“The rules are basically about personal boundaries. This is to avoid deeper relationship and attachment. You tend to have personal relationships with almost everyone,” he explained.

“Not to everyone,” I defended.

“Everyone,” he said. “Even our company’s delivery boy,”

“It’s because he goes to the same school as my sister. Plus, we just chatted for a while,” I further stated.

“What’s his girlfriend’s name?”

“Tina,” I answered.

“See?” he said.

“I’m just a good listener,” I said.

“Mary worked for me for 5 years but I never knew his son’s name,” he said.

My jaw dropped. What? He worked 5 years with his assistant, and he didn’t know that? How pathetic!

“What’s your point again?” I asked for clarity.

“My rules aren’t for you to know and handle,” he said quickly.

For a moment I felt sad and offended. He sounded like he’s stating that his rules are not for me. That he’s not the one for me.

Who on earth would be working with someone for five years and not knowing her son’s name? That’s just too much. It’s so impersonal.

And then it struck me. Maybe he’s right. I could never be with someone as cold and closed as Parker. A person who thinks that work is more important than knowing and building a connection with people.

It’s all clear to me now.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I said.

“Your rules aren’t for me.”