The restraint

Considering last night's incident with Jeremiah, I took the morning bus to arrive at work sooner than normal. My roommates and their chatter about the male stranger who entered our lives just last week can wait.

As I worked towards my goal, memories of my childhood friend's distressed face came to mind.

The pain was distracting, but I maintained focus and continued with duty.

My unwavering determination to generate a meaningful impact kept me engrossed, reviewing the tasks that muddled my counter.

It was not until I picked up Rex's tone did I realize I was not so alone.

“What are you doing reporting into the office today?” He inquired.

“Huh,”

Ouch, my voice still can't produce coherent speech when he's around.

“Why did you choose to come?”

“Because…. I toil here?”

Damn, that came out witty.

But what was he thinking? An assumed rest when I'm only days old on the post? I haven't earned such a privilege yet.

Doll, helping me out last night, doesn't mean I get to explain every activity to him.

“Stand from the seat,”

“Now,”

Is he acting possessive? These males are indeed difficult to process.

I sat, assertive about the additional display of concern.

I mean, like this is the same dude who told me to avoid sexuality with him.

When he glanced at my desk, toward my system, I rose into action, saving my progress and hibernating the sophisticated device of the Rex-field. What a fine piece of technology advancement.

After clearing my table, what I never expected was for him to lay claim to my handbag.

His gentlemanly acts intrigue something in me. Maybe, …just perhaps, he's beginning to like me.

Aww, my naivety laid clustered.

Damn the interaction between the men and female relationships.

It's devastating to be stuck with nothing but innuendos.

*****

Now, settled in an opulent restaurant, the tension is awkward.

We discuss not even prospective projects, or entertainments that could bring a larger crowd together during Rex-field's advancing anniversary.

Where his bodily chemistry still magnets to mine, my rims couldn't express my thoughts.

I wish I could say,

Baby, let's take it next to the nearest spot and consume each other. My slacks are not soaked, but your hands could get it greasing.

What a dang. I feel intimidated, if not so little. And so I lingered, nibbling at the meal he ordered, while my pants occupied itself, craving his alluring presence with naughty scenes.

“Why the hesitance? Are the meals not up to taste?” He asked.

“It's sophisticated enough for me.”

“Then why aren't you digging in?”

Because I'm busy mind freaking out and was about to come.

Is he always this commanding? I am here marveling at his change in attitude. What is food compared to this special moment?

“I'm chewing already,” I snapped back.

Omg, can't he decipher how his caring, demure has thoughts, engulfing my appetite, replaying and relieving his gestures.

I wish for the better, and for the first time, I realize men also find it difficult to understand the ladies.

Mistaking my silence, a demise in interest?

Ha.

However, a glance at his sculptured face, and I sense he appears shocked at my vehement response.

I averted my gaze to the food set before me.

Yep, I admire you so much and can relate to your tastes.

He stayed quiet afterward, and for the duration of our stay in the restaurant, disparaging.

Dang, the cuisine was mouth-watering special.

I ate more of the egg sauce. Spooning its richness, while wishing this date is not related to work, but between growing affections.

He chose a fish sandwich instead, but shared fruit juice with me.

When the fat bill arrived, I knew it was worth every cost and offered to pay for the part of our stay.

However, one glance my way, and I push my backpack far off my reach.

“Let's go.”

Rex tells me. And once anew reached to hang my bag on his shoulders?

I must say it looks good on him. It matched his navy satin shirt and black pants.

Stepping outside the outlet, I almost moaned out in disappointment.

Ouch, I can't afford a visit to such a place on my accord.

The restaurant is expensive. Only our few minutes' stay amounted to a hundred thousand bucks and just for a six spread meal.

While in astonishment, Aaron pulls Rex's ride in front of us, and with expressed cheerfulness.

The heck, the man was silent on our way here. What could have altered the change?

Well, this scene appears alike to the part where opposites attract, I guess.

Would he wonder why his boss took the assistant to breakfast?

Still, Rex embraced me without care, opening his ride's entrance for me.

Wow, astonishing!

I stepped into the stylish machine. He rounds it up to sit next to me. My frame shivered.

“Take,” he said. Offering me his jacket.

See?

A man of action without words. Flora screamed a double yes.

Before this period, I didn't spot the hand made piece. I may have been too besought with his attractiveness to notice anything apart from what laid between the legs, and not to forget those shoulders I adore.

Draped to my frame, I looked cool and expensive. The wonders a cloth does to one's body.

Touched, I resist the urge to rest my head on his shoulders.

But where's he taking us to, anyway? I wished I could tell.

The moment was, however, peaceful, with me not spoiling the tranquility.

Aaron, take us to road 19, fairy tale estate.

“Yes sir.”

Aaron answered, while flora disagreed.

I had hoped he would reach us to Rex's city home, you know, to do the rabbit thing and repeat the process like we had no duties to attend to.

What a disappointment.

I never imagined in a day, my house address will sound so bitter to ears. I am gritting my teeth and pretending his indifferent attitude isn't of a disturbing concern to my penny.

Arrogant brother, he stayed answering calls the entire ride.

Home at last, I waste no time opening the ride's exit, leaving him behind.

I stepped out of his intoxicating presence and away from his perfume's delight.

Freaking rich males.

Stepping into my friend's apartment, and about to shut the door after me, Rex's palms stop me from shutting the entrance.

Oh, this must be the scene where he leans in to kiss my rims.

He closed his eyelids and contemplated between desires over his set policies.

The damn restraint.

“Will see you tomorrow, Angela.”

Did he express with controlled emotions?

Well, Flora. There goes our only chance of making out.

Don't rub that in. His lips were right in front of you.

Ouch.