Emerald Eyes

by N. Michaels

  Ugh… I kind of hate him right now.

  I place my clothing on the marble counter, and notice a brand new pink toothbrush, still in the package, lying next to the toothpaste.

  Did Mr. Miller buy it just for me or did he have this already?

  I tear the package open angrily and squirt some toothpaste on the toothbrush. Agitated, I start brushing my teeth.

  I’m sure he has a drawer full of them for his sleepover ‘guests’.

  My brushing becomes rougher. Then I stop brushing and look at myself in the mirror. Eyes burning with fury and bedroom hair…

  Slowly, I take out the toothbrush, spit the remaining toothpaste and rinse my mouth.

  Why am I even thinking about this? Who cares if Mr. Miller had it already or if he bought it just for me? He’s a jerk and a player.

  I strip down and walk into the spacious shower.

  Twenty people could fit in here…

  I look around for the showerhead, finally finding it embedded into the ceiling. I find the panel with the thirty different knobs and settings, and set it to what I want. As I wash my hair and inhale the heady scent of Mr. Miller’s shampoo, my mind goes into overdrive as different thoughts bombard my brain. Eventually, it boils down to just one thought.

  I should quit.

  This situation is impossible, hot and cold, it’s not going to end well. Mr. Miller’s playing with me and I’ve already started falling for him. And his constant rejection will damage me. I know it. I can’t keep being his toy-thing. Men never played hard-to-get with me, it was my trick not theirs. Yes, I have decided. I’m going to get dressed, come out and resign. I’m sure I can find a different job.

  But can I?

  Can I truly find a job with this type of salary? To keep my apartment, my car and my head high… can I say for certain that I could find a job that has these hours with a high paycheck, without any experience? I honestly don’t know… I don’t think I can.

  Out of frustration, anger and the feel of complete helplessness, a sob escapes me and tears spill down my cheeks, mingling with the hot water.

  No. I won’t go back home defeated.

  I will shield my heart from him and become a perfect employee. If I want to date someone, I will just keep it from him.

  I am not his marionette.

  After a quick shower, I put my bra and dress on. I look down at my panties and decide to go commando. I’m not into wearing the same panties a second day in a row. I rummage through his drawers until I find a comb. I entwine my damp hair into a side braid and wipe the black smears of mascara under my eyes. Picking up the t-shirt I slept in, I look for a laundry shoot or a hamper. I find a big brown wicker hamper and toss it in.

  I stand in front of his closed bedroom door, trying to calm my heart and rein my nervousness. I take deep breaths until I feel myself composed.

  I am going to thank him for taking care of me last night and get the fuck out of dodge.

  I open the door and follow the hallway. Rounding the corner, I walk into a dinning room, finding a ready breakfast for two on the table. From what I saw so far, Mr. Miller’s apartment is quite warm and inviting, yet very masculine. The floors are polished dark wood, and the walls are painted with warm, sandy hues with different paintings and sculptures hanging tastefully. Making me believe, he’s the one who chose the art in his office.

  I ignore the ready food and keep walking until find Mr. Miller in the living room. He’s sitting on a cream colored couch, dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans, drinking a cup of coffee and reading some papers.

  As if he senses me, Mr. Miller looks up and our eyes lock. Instantly, my breath catches and my heart is threatening to leap out of my chest.

  Why does he have to be so devastatingly gorgeous?

  “I – I’m sorry for being rude to you this morning. I wasn’t aware where I was.” I force the words out. “Thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry to have troubled you.”

  I look away from his eyes, focusing on the impressive showcase cabinet because I feel like I’m about to cry, and there is no way in hell I’m letting that happen while facing him.

  “I’ll leave you to enjoy your day. Could you please hand me my purse?” When my eyes scan the room, I find my pumps and purse at the foyer.

  “You’re welcome, and I wasn’t troubled.” Mr. Miller places his cup on the coffee table.

  “I have prepared breakfast for us, which I’m sure you’ve seen since you walked in from the dinning room, yet you still want to leave.” His arctic tone matches his eyes as he looks frostily at me.

  I take a deep breath, “I’m sorry to disappoint you but I need to get home. I apologize for not being able to stay for breakfast. Excuse me.” I walk out of the room and into the foyer.

  I grab my purse and shoes then quickly open the front door to escape. The door slams back into place just when I manage to open it halfway. Then, I feel Mr. Miller’s breathe on my neck. I look up at the door and see his hand flat against it, his muscular arm stretched out.

  “Don’t go.” He whispers.

  I let out a shaky breath as I start to tremble, fighting the tears that are stinging my eyes.

  “What do you want from me?” I snap.

  “You. I want you.” Mr. Miller murmurs then kisses the exposed side of my neck.

  His soft lips on my skin zap me into awareness and I turn away from him, feeling the anger rising in me.

  I will not be played with!

  “You want me, but you can’t have me, right? That’s what you told me last night. If you think I’m buying this bullshit again, you’re wrong. Dead wrong!” I move away from him again but he keeps following me.

  “Let me finish – “

  “There is nothing you can say to convince me to get beneath you! Now let me go. I want to go home.” I feel my mask cracking. Little pieces of my precious wall are crumbling down.

  Damn it.

  Mr. Miller’s brows furrow and I see anger flaring in his eyes. “Shut up and let me finish… I – “ while he’s talking, I find an opening and shoot past him towards the door. Not even halfway there, Mr. Miller grabs me. I’ve never stood a chance.

  His long, strong arm snakes around my waist, pulling me back against his rock hard chest. I start squirming and wriggling out of his grasp but it is hopeless. He pushes me down on the couch and restrains me. His hands pinning mine above my head, and his knee down on my thigh.

  “Enough.” he commands.

  I stop fighting and look at him. His eyes are calm, beautiful turquoise like the Caribbean Sea and while I gaze at his beautiful face, I feel my heart breaking some more. Unable to hold back the tears anymore, I look away.

  “Let me go. Just let me go.” I plead.

  “I can’t.” he whispers then drops his forehead on my temple. “I’m not going to let you go. I want you and I’m not letting your job get in the way. Not anymore.” Mr. Miller sucks a breath through his teeth.

  “The though of someone else having you makes me want to rip someone’s throat out. I want you mine, all mine,” he says with passionate finality.

  My heart races as his words sink in.

  Is he serious? Does he really mean it?

  I turn to look at him again and feel the tears escaping my eyes, slipping, and running down my temples.

  “Are you serious? Or is this another game?” I ask anxiously.

  “I’ve never been more serious, Katherine. Give me a chance to show you, don’t run.” He whispers, pleading.

  I look into his spectacular eyes, searching, looking for any signs of dishonesty, but all I see in their depths is warmth, hope and honesty.

  He really means it… he wants me…

  I suck in a shaky breath as my heart somersaults in my chest with happiness.

  “Well, I’m not quitting so you’re gonna have to fire me.” I joke.

  “Fine. You’re fired.” Mr. Miller swoops down, softly pressing his lips to mine.

  “What?! No! You can’t f
ire me! I was just kidding, I can’t lose this job!” I panic.

  He frowns lightly, “All right, all right you’re not fired, calm down. Why can’t you lose this job?”

  Oh hell… I do not want to get into this now.

  “I just know I won’t be able to find another job with a hot boss like you.” I give him my sly smile.

  Mr. Miller narrows his eyes a little, but lets it go.

  Thank God.

  “You bet you won’t.” he whispers then kisses my tears away.

  “Now let’s feed you some breakfast.” he smiles sweetly and my heart melts into a warm pool of goo.

  God, he’s magnificent.

  Mr. Miller pulls me up and leads me to the dinning room. He pulls the chair out for me and settles into his after I’m seated. I inspect the plate this time with more attention. Sunny-side up eggs, turkey sausage, toast, fruit bowl, coffee and orange juice.

  Just like our first breakfast together on the jet.

  I look up at him, “Did you really make all this or there’s going to be a maid popping out of nowhere?”

  “I did. I’ve been cooking since I was thirteen.” He smiles.

  Thirteen? Why didn’t his mom cook or a maid?

  “Try it, I promise you’ll like it.” he cuts a piece of sausage then bites down on it with a wink.

  I try to smother the smile that’s trying to break out but I fail. His face is just to damn adorable. I dig into the food and after finishing half of my plate I manage to look up at him.

  “Wow… you’re pretty amazing, this is delicious.” I smile.

  Thank God one of us knows how to cook.

  “Thank you. What’s you’re favorite food?”

  “I’ll tell you if you answer my question first.” I set down my utensils.

  Mr. Miller puts down his fork and his face turns serious. “Sure, ask away.”

  “What made you change your mind? About me I mean, what changed?”

  He nods and takes a deep breath. “What do you remember from last night?”

  “Not much. I don’t even know how I got here.”

  “Hmm… ok. Well, you started drinking after you stormed out of staff room. And you were clinging to that Will all night long. When I saw you two getting ready to go, I knew I couldn’t let you leave with him. I stopped you two… do you remember that?” Mr. Miller’s head tilts slightly to the side.

  I scrunch my brows together as I try to recollect my memories, but nothing appears. All I recall is Mr. Miller’s angry face.

  “Not really… I just remember your face. You were angry.”

  “I was furious. I was about to knock his lights out when he started acting like the knight in shinning armor.” He sighs, “Anyway, you fell asleep in my car and my place was closer. I brought you here – “

  “And undressed me. What do you have to say about that?” I cross my arms and lean back in my chair.

  Mr. Miller smiles unapologetically, “That I can’t wait to explore every inch of you.” His turquoise eyes burn with lust, sending an ache below my waist at his sensual declaration. My lips part as I inhale, but I shake my head to come out of his spell.

  Not yet…

  “Ok… what happened next?” I ask with a nonchalant tone, but inside I’m itching to let the explorations begin.

  “While I was tucking you in, you grabbed my hand and said something to me. After that, I spent the night laying next to you and thinking about my restriction. Then, I realized that I wanted you more.”

  “What… what did I say?”

  Oh my God… what did I say?!

  Mr. Miller gives me a wicked smile, “I’ll never tell.” He picks up his fork and goes back to his eggs.

  Oh is that how it is…

  I mutter, “Ok.” and go back to my food. I’ll drop it for now.

  After we were done with his mouthwatering breakfast, I helped Mr. Miller bring the dishes to the kitchen. I glanced around while he placed the dirty plates and utensils in the dishwasher, taking it all in.

  His kitchen is designed modernly with high quality, stainless steel culinary equipment. The cabinets are dark grey and the sink is black granite. Everything is spotless clean.

  “Do you have a maid or do you clean all of this by yourself?” I wave around the room.

  Mr. Miller is the first man I’ve ever met that knows how to cook delicious food and cleans up after himself.

  “I do. She comes in five times a week.” He closes the dishwasher then leans back against the counter.

  “Hmm…” I nod as I look around, trying to ignore the fact he’s looking at me like a starved tiger looks at an innocent gazelle.

  The palpable sexual tension is building up so quickly, I start feeling dampness between my thighs. I finally turn to face him and my breath catches at the intense desire in his eyes. Mr. Miller walks towards me until I’m pressed against the kitchen island. Placing his hands on the countertop on either side, he cages me while drinking every part of me in. His sultry gaze makes my skin tingle, and I suck in a sharp breathe when his eyes meet mine. His heavy lidded eyes sear me with their heat, like a blazing caress.

  I part my lips slightly and run my tongue over my lower lip, grazing it back with my teeth.

  “Please tell me what I said…” my voice comes out husky.

  One corner of his sculptured lips lifts and he whispers, “Not telling.”

  I straighten, which causes my breasts to push against his warm and hard pecs.

  “I can make you.” I murmur.

  Mr. Miller lowers his head, stopping when his lips barely touch mine.

  “So make me.” He growls quietly against my lips.

  I inhale his mouthwatering scent and look deeply into his eyes. I see the challenge in them, the hunger and the fire. It only makes me hotter for him. I clamp my teeth around his full lower lip, biting down hard then brushing my tongue over it, soothing the sting. He lets out a low grunt, fueling my need for him even more and I clash my mouth to his. I hold the sides of his face and deepen the kiss as our tongues caress and tease one another.

  Mr. Miller’s hands leave the island. One hand grabs my behind while the other lifts to my nape, holding me in place as his mouth claims mine. The warm hand on my backside lowers to my thigh and slips under my dress traveling higher. When he finds no barrier he breaks the kiss, and looks down at me, panting.

  “I love how you think.” A smoldering smile appears on his swollen lips.

  I bite my lip and try to suppress a moan when his fingers find my slick sensitive flesh. He strokes me gently, making me to tremble in his arms. Dropping his head to the crook of my neck, he groans, “God, you’re already ready for me.”

  Mr. Miller kisses my neck, sucking the skin into his hot mouth while his finger slides in, then two. I gasp and clutch his shoulders. He pumps his fingers harder and faster, stripping me of any coherent thought with each plunge, but then he tenses in my arms and slows his fingers to a languid pace. He brings his lips back to mine, kissing me so tenderly my heart tightens painfully and I fist his shirt firmly, holding on to him like a lifeline.

  Unable to endure his teasing any longer, I gasp between kisses. “I need you… Please… now.”

  Mr. Miller slides his fingers out then grabs my thighs and lifts me up. I wind my legs around his lean waist and ravage his mouth while he walks us to his bedroom.

  Groaning, he lowers me down on the mattress and hovers above me. I slide my hands under his shirt, needing to feel him bare with no obstructions. I trace my fingertips across his smooth skin and solid body, making him inhale sharply. Straightening, Mr. Miller takes off his t-shirt, revealing his godlike body. Panels of hard muscle covered by smooth, tan skin. I gaze up at him with awe.

  “You’re stunning.” I mutter.

  My eyes can’t stop exploring every inch of him. His chest is rising and falling hard as he pants, allowing me to worship him with my eyes. When he decides I had my fill, Mr. Miller takes the edge of my dress and pulls it up and o
ff of me. I’m sitting in a cream and black lace bra and nothing more, looking up into his mesmerizing eyes that hold me in place. Mr. Miller’s eyes shift over my body and I watch as the flames of his need rise higher and turn hotter. His intensity startles me, yet excites me at the same time.

  “I don’t want to take off your bra because I’ll rip it off, so you do it.” he breaths out hard.

  I notice that his body started trembling, his hands opening and closing restlessly, as if he’s barely holding himself back. I reach behind for the hook-and-eye closure and tug it open. I let the bra slide off my arms and toss it to the side. The moment my bra hits the floor Mr. Miller grabs my hips and yanks me down to him. His hands flatten me down as his body covers me. He’s so brusque and rough, but surprisingly I don’t find it intimidating, just passionately impatient.

  Just like me.

  Mr. Miller’s sinful lips move to tease my earlobe, then map their way down to my collarbone. The sensation of his hot and wet kisses overwhelms me. My sex tightens on emptiness and I mewl in frustration. Needing more, I arch my back, pushing my heavy breasts into his palms, begging for attention. His hands knead my breasts reverently, spurring my hips upward.

  I gasp when his lips lower to my chest and warm wetness surrounds my pert nipple. My hands find their way into Mr. Miller’s soft hair, clutching the silky strands as he sucks slowly but fiercely. His tongue circle around, flickering my hardened peak he teases me, forcing little grunts and moans out of me. He bites my strained nipple ever so painfully, and I cry out at the sting of pain mixed with pleasure. Quickly, he soothes the redden nub with gentle licks of his expert tongue.

  Mr. Miller grinds himself into me, releasing a seductive growl. I lower my hands between us and pull on his jeans, trying to open them. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he unbuttons it himself.

  He moves away from me to take them off, simultaneously removing his black boxer briefs. Sprawled on my back and out of breath, I stare at him shamelessly.

  Holy fuck.

  Mr. Miller is standing before me naked, literally stealing my breath away. My eyes travel south as I follow the seductive etched V of his hips, ‘The Arrow to Heaven’ I call it. Oh God, I want to trace it with my tongue.