"It's really easy, Clara" I told by myself.
"When he opens the door, you say I quit"
But no, it’s not that easy, I had said this words six months ago, heck. A year ago.
It’s just a huge mistake falling in love with my employer.
And other than that, anywhere I was near to him, Rafael Sloan, my emotions took over. Just one look from his dark brown eyes, it turns me into a puddle of goo.
And I don't know, why this happening to me? But this time, I'm made my decision.
I swung my legs out of the car, and slammed the door and then stared up at the big Blue Town house of Rafael he had rented this summer. I inhaled sharply, deeply enjoying the scents of freshly mowed grass and hint of an ocean.
I almost convinced of my decision, when the front door open and slapped against the wall, and then Rafael stepped out onto the wide front porch.
Tall and lean, he was wearing black pants and black shirt, his features were sharp, angular and his black hair, just long enough his shoulders, his hunk and god he was mouth-watering.
"Clara!" he took five steps down the yard in two long strides and crossed to where I’m still standing. He swept me up into a brief, hard hug that lit up my inside, then let go of me abruptly, I staggered back steps.
"Hey, thank god you're here! I missed you"
"I made coffee this morning and it pretty much tasted like motor oil and I can't cook" Right. Hope dissolved into reality. Of course he don’t miss me, he just missed me because he can't even cook and make his own coffee. Who would like a nerdy assuming personal assistant like me? We shared moments, in the office for five years!! Moments like this, washing his clothes, making his business papers and reports, cook for him like I'm his wife.
"Rafael?" I sighed accepting the truth.
"What did you brought me a real coffee and cookies?" he said ignoring my jibe.
"Yes Rafael..." I bit my lips.
"When do you start calling me like that?" he smiled.
"I Quit" Words spoken so easily, so lightly. I knew it meant nothing to him.
"What?" a solitary thread of shock slithered through him.
"It’s about us! I can't stay with you forever!"
Now he was really confused. “Us? What about us?"
"You don't get it at all do you?"
"Apparently not Clara"
"What'd I do?"
I unfolded my arms, and slapped it on my hips. "Nothing. Ever Just nothing!" before he could speak, I held up a one hand for silence and took a breath "Never mind, Rafael. Let's just say that I'm quitting because we can't keep going on like this"
"Like we are, Rafael"
"What's wrong with it?"
Oh god! I’m not making any sense to him at all.
"It's like we're married. Rafael, Only without any of the good stuff. Like sex"
I blew out a frustrated breath. My thick dark brown hair flew about on my face.
"You want us to have sex?" Rafael reached out and comb my hair with his fingers.
"Of course I want sex. But it’s not that Rafael. I want to have husband. Kids. A home. I've been working for you for 5 years, and all I've got to is a nice savings account"
"So you've been miserable working for me? Is that it?"
"No, the fact is, I didn't notice that I wasn't getting anywhere"
"Hold on" he countered. "This is all coming out of blue for me Clara. As far as I knew, everything between us was working great!"
"Well sure," I snapped throwing my both hands high and letting slap to my sides again. "Why wouldn't it be great from your point of view? I take care everything for you. I pay your bills, talk to your editors and handle your publicity, pick up your dry cleaning... You can’t even make a decent pot of coffee on you own."
"Hey!" he sighed.