Au Pair ✔

capítulo número once; el compromiso

I shrugged, biting the inside of my cheek, so I could look calm. I felt anything but calm. I wanted to throw his phone down the drain and continue what we were doing. "That's okay, I can just take the bus, so you don't have to drive all the way across town."

He gave me a short, annoyed look, shaking his head and said, "I'm driving you home, Daniela, and that's final."

"Okay, papi," I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest as he grabbed his files from the counter and led me to the door.

His hand felt warm on my back and for some ungodly reason, I felt my cheeks turning pink as I thought about all the sexual things I wanted him to do to me. I was almost never embarrassed by things I did, but this man sometimes made me self-conscious, especially now that we were just quiet.

I probably was just overthinking things and that just made me angrier because that was the old me speaking. Past-me would do stupid things like be awkward in the situation that I currently was, but present-me would just act like nothing was wrong.

I don't know what the hell was happening because I was being past-me. I tried not to be, but I couldn't seem to take a hold of the situation. I was tempted to bash his head into the steering wheel because it was making me angry.

Everything about that man was making me angry at the moment.

Like the way, he held the steering wheel so confidently and paid attention to the road – okay, that didn't make me angry, that just made me feel better because he was a conscientious driver, but it made me angry that he didn't seem bothered by what had just happened between us. He didn't seem to have any type of thought about it.

You're overthinking everything, Daniela, just stop it.

I breathed in deeply and turned my head to look out the window. The passing buildings all seemed to go by in a blur, they were just a flurry of lights and shapes. The buildings ranged from tall and sleek, to small and abandoned as we entered the lower district of New York.

The car slowly came to a stop and I snapped out of my reverie to turn and look at him.

Luca smiled, the corners of his lips turning up in a warm smile. He reached over to me, tucking my hair behind my ear and then brushed his thumb against my bottom lip. "I apologise for having to cut our night short, but I have to do some last-minute office work."

I shrugged an arm, forcing a smile on my lips. "I understand."

He leaned forward, pressing a soft, tantalising peck to my lips, kissing mostly the corner of my mouth and gently caressed the spot he just kissed. "I will call you tomorrow when I finish what I need to do at the office."

"Okay." I wasn't going to remind him that I didn't have a phone because I wanted to be alone and take care of the little problem between my legs.

"Have a good night, hermosa."

That made me smile. "You too." I unbuckled my seatbelt and closed the door behind me. Usually I would swing my hips with a bit of an extra pep to make sure that he realised what he was missing, but I just wanted to run up the steps and relieve myself.

I barely made it to the lobby of the building with my heels on. As soon as I was inside and away from Luca's view, I kicked them off and groaned my entire trip up the three flights of stairs. By the time, I made it to my room, I was ready to crawl into bed and sleep the entire weekend.

~*~

I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me, but at least I knew something was the matter. The entire weekend I couldn't stop thinking about my boss and normally I wouldn't complain, but I kept replaying our interactions and I got angry.