Position-2
“Um, I can go and buy if you don’t like the coffee in the building, or we can just ask your driver to buy for us,” she suggests with uncertainty.
“Trinity, I could’ve bought for us if I wanted to, but I want to walk with you to buy coffee.”
She rolls her eyes. “You know, I don’t do that kind of thing.”
“I know. Now move your lazy ass, and you’re coming with me.”
She’s still not moving as she tries to slip her hand from my grip. Her features change instantly from the sweet Trinity to a distant one.
“Trinity, you can lower your guards down now, and you don’t have to put up walls between us. It’s just me. and I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“Hurt me? You hurt me once, Bash, and if I let you in into my life again, there’s a possibility that you can hurt me again. I just celebrated my first anniversary with my fiancé, and I have to celebrate it alone in his grave instead of doing it in the restaurant with him or in our hotel room.”
I loosen the grip. My face falls, and my heart hurts. She pulls her hand quickly as soon as she gets the chance.
She walks past me. “Let’s go. I still have work to do.”
Following her, she strides out of my office to my dad’s private elevator. She gestures her hand. I slide the key card that’s exclusive only for my family.
“I’m not gonna hurt you intentionally, Trinity.”
She gets in the elevator and mutters under her breath. “I wish.”
We are both silently standing side by side as the lift shuts close in front of us. I can sense the tension in the small gap between us. The only things I can hear are my breathing and the whirring of the elevator as it brings us down. I can smell the flowery fragrance of her perfume—that’s how close we are, but the distance seems so miles away.
“You look beautiful today, Trinity.” I glance down at her beside me.
“Thanks.”
My lips curve to smile. “Don’t you think you wear taller high heels?”
Her head snaps, glaring up at me with a cocked brow. “I love my shoes, and what’s with the judgment, Mr. All-perfect?” She’s gorgeously sassy.
“I’m not judging you, Tri, but we will walk down the street. Your feet might hurt, you know,” I chuckle.
“Making fun of me already, huh? Just so you know, I wear high heels just right.”
“I’m not making fun of you, in fact, I think I should pass a regulation banning you from wearing high heels,” I say, without breaking eye contact.
Her face turns pink, and her lips slightly parted. Tempting. And there’s a part of me that notices her. I can just push her against this elevator wall and kiss her lips until swollen, but I value the little trust she’s giving me. If there is any.
“Don’t flirt with me. You are my boss, and we’re best friends.”
My heart thumps in my chest. A full grin spreads on my lips. “It only takes a single flirt to prove, huh, Trinity?”
Her face lights up and smiles at me. A lovely smile. she bumps her elbows on my arm. “Shut up, Bash!” God, how I missed this.
I let her out first as soon as the elevator slides open.
Following her to the glass revolving door out of Hughes Building, I press my hand on her back to let her moves closer to me since it’s still rush hour, and we can’t help to bump with people in suits, rushing against the time. The honking of vehicles and the smell of fumes are everywhere as we are getting far from the building.
“Tri, are you sure it’s okay for you to walk? I’m worried about your feet.” I notice my driver Edmund following us.
Her legs look sexier and longer on those heels. I guess, I just like women wearing high heels.
“Oh, just now you are worried when we are near the shop?” she gives me an odd look.
I can clearly see her green irises. She coated some mascara on her lashes, although they’re thick enough not to notice them.
“You don’t want me to carry you, Tri. I’ve no problem carrying you piggyback though,” I joke.
“You did that before, remember? When we sneaked out to watch Maroon 5 concert?”
I laugh. “How will I forget when you wore that tiny purple dress to impress Adam Lavine. What were you thinking? We’re going to a concert, not to a nightclub.”
She laughs.