Date Night (4)

KNIGHT

"Why would you do that?" There were no words to explain what seeing her did to me. It was something way beyond physical attraction. Not only did my body buzz to life with her around, but my heart and soul burned with great fervour.

I didn't get it. Why her? She was gorgeous—more so than any female I'd ever seen. But that didn't explain the raw protectiveness I felt; this need to shield her from the cruel world.

There was a beat of silence, during which Alana chewed on her bottom lip. "The money could help," she said, at last. "Um, your father, the director . . . err, retired director, would be paying me extra. I mean, of course." She babbled, shaking her head, her scarf disarraying. "That was obvious. Well, haha, this is getting awkward so . . ." she stood, almost knocking the chair over. It creaked with a horrible noise and Alana winced; eyes apologetic.

"Stop,"

"I'll see you soon; have to go—" She side-stepped the table, moving to leave but I blocked her way with an arm.

"I said stop,"

She bit her lip and turned my way, refusing to meet my gaze. Something like sadness in her eyes was setting me off. What had she been thinking about that was making her this way?

"Let's talk tomorrow, Mr Enes,"

I frowned down at her. "Are you leaving?"

"People are watching," her voice was lowered to a whisper and she leaned close. I caught the slightest scent of her perfume. Actually, it was so light, it was probably something else. A lotion. God, it was heavenly. Like I creep, I took a whiff.

Why was it so familiar? I tried thinking back in time, but nothing came up. Where had I smelled this mixture of strawberries and all things sweet?

I shook my head at my own thoughts. Had to definitely see a therapist.

"Oh yeah?" Okay. WHAT did I just say? And where had that flirty tone come from? I cleared my throat. "Uhm, I don't think it's anybody's problem that we're talking. You're my assistant, after all."

"Still, I really need to leave."

"Wait—"

She didn't. She simply ran off.