Chapter 41
Elen a
Paperwork after paperwork. God, I wish to still be in Rome.
But reality strikes and I have work to do. Proofread shitload of paperwork.
By now I already have my routine down to how my work in this office goes. Print the paperwork that needs to be proofread once in Ariel and once in Times New Romance. Correct the Ariel one and then mark the mistakes on the Times New.
I push my glasses up the hilt of my nose with my elbow as my eyes continue to scan the document in front of me for mistakes. Whoever wrote this document needs to learn grammar because how the hell are there so many mistakes in this? This might be the worst document I have ever had to look over.
My eyes avert from the document to the door when I hear it crack open. I knew who it was before I looked up but that didn’t stop my stomach doing a strange flip.
“Hey,” I greet him as he walks up to me and stands behind my chair. He places the coffee he got from Renee’s bakery down on my desk and slowly runs his hands down on each side of my face and hooks a few fingers under my jaw. He pushes my head back and I laugh, letting my pencil drop on the desk. He places a soft kiss on my lips.
Upside down kiss - not so spiderman style.
His lips hover over mine and he greets me back with a smile. “Hey.”
I let my head drop forward again when he lets go of it. I watch him with intrigued eyes as he looks through the papers on my desk.
“Why is everything printed out twice?” he asks as he flips through a file that I finished this morning.
“Well, I-'' I stutter, not sure if I should tell him that I struggle to read the original one. “I struggle reading the original one, so I change the font and print the original and the one that is easier for me to read.” I confess. I look down to my lap, fidgeting with my nail polish. I probably sound stupid that I struggle to read the original one.
“Then change the original to the font that is easier for you.”
His answer surprises me and I twist my head up to him. “What?”
“Send out an E-Mail that we will change fonts on the documents from now on. Whichever one is easier for you.”
I chuckle, not believing his words. “Excuse me, what?”
“Or should I?”
“You want to send out an email to all employers and demand them to change the font on future documents?”
“You’re right. It is better if I do it.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“I mean it. I will send out an E-Mail later after I am back from the meeting.”
I groan. I do feel bad for Gabriel because the last three days he has been stuck in countless meetings. “Again?”
“It annoys me at this point but meetings are meetings.”
“I know but the past days you were gone before I even woke up. Once I want to wake up next to you.”
“As soon as those meetings are over, you will. And when they are done we will take a weekend trip wherever you would like to.” I pout at his sweet words and the kiss on the crown that follows.
Before I know it, he is out of the door.
***
I shift in the bed and turn to find an empty spot where Gabriel is supposed to be. I let out a breath, a little of my heart breaks seeing another empty bed for the fourth time this week.
I push myself up to get ready for work. I follow my usual routine. Wash my face and teeth, get dressed, have breakfast (I have started to have breakfast regularly in the morning since Gabriel has been cooking for me and I cannot seem to let go of that habit anymore.)
I straighten my trousers as a few wrinkles appear and make my way to the kitchen. I open the fridge only to find that the strawberries that I bought yesterday were gone.
Right, I ate them last night.
I close the fridge and lean against the counter with my phone in my hands and shoot a text to Gabriel.
@ elena.ferreir a : Weird request but do you mind getting strawberries when you get home.
My text remains unread for the next half an hour where I spend the time making myself a cheese omelette. I hear the key on my door lock open.
“Gabriel?” I call out his name and just then in that moment he steps into the kitchen with a plastic bag on his hand.
“Morning, my love.” A smile is spread across his face as he takes out a pack of strawberries out of the bag.
“Morning,” I stare at him in shock. “Don’t you have a meeting?”
“I had one but cancelled it.”
My mouth gapes open at his answer. “I’m sorry, I think I heard you wrong.” I chuckle nervously, moving my hand in weird circular motions in the air. “Did you just say you cancelled the meeting?”
He gives me a quick glance. “Yeah.”
I let out a laugh but it quickly dies down when I realise he was not joking. I blink rapidly and reach for the note I found earlier on the kitchen counter. “You wrote it was an emergency meeting. See, you even signed it.” I point to his signature on the letter. He snatches the letter from my hand and rips it onto a million little pieces before he throws it in the bin.
“And now it is as if it never existed.”
“Gabriel you had a meeting to get to.”
“I did but then I remembered spending mornings with you is way more important than some meeting.”
A smile curls up on my lips and I chuckle. “You are unbelievable and an idiot. Do you have any idea how unprofessional it is to schedule an emergency meeting at the last minute and cancel it at the last minute? Your employees will be vexed with you.”
He hums and leans in, running a finger along my jawline before he cups my cheeks with his large hand. “Let them be, my company, my rules.”
“God, I would hate to be one of those employees right now.”
“It is a good thing you aren’t because then I wouldn’t be able to do this,” he finishes his sentence by smashing his lips to mine in a savoury long kiss.
I melt into his kiss, literally. My whole body melts into the ground and my arms down my body as I have no sense of strength to hold myself on the counter.
My lips part and he takes the moment to slip his tongue inside my mouth and as if I am being doused with coffeein, I move my lips on his. Our tongues fight for dominance and dance like the sweetest melody with each other.
I push him, and somehow I have enough strength to push him against the counter. Our tongues continue the dance as I lean against his front, feeling a poke against my stomach.
Oh shit, I am doing it again.
I pull away from the kiss and press my palms against his bicep. Gabriel stares at me with a look of disbelief. I smile awkwardly as I pat his bicep and turn my gaze to the strawberries.
“Do you want a smoothie?”
“You are a fucking tease, Elena.” He murmurs, his lips ghost mine as he has pulled my face to his.
I shrug my shoulders, teasing him immensely. “Maybe, but do you want a smoothie?”
“Want I want, has nothing to do with the kitchen.”
“Oh,” I whisper.
“Yeah, oh,” he mimics me.
“Well, sorry to inform you that we have to leave for work in half an hour.”
“You and I both know how much I can achieve in that short amount of time,” he teases, his free hands running along my back over my freshly ironed blouse until it reaches my arse, and he gives it a light squeeze.
I shake my head; butterflies corrupt my stomach. “Hm, totally.” I blur out, not sure how else I am supposed to answer that statement of his.
I swallow the clump in my throat.
Long story short, we got to work late and I hate myself for falling for his charm over and over again.