Au Pair ✔

capítulo número diecisiete; el pendejo

Part of me wanted to relax and eat because I didn't know what was wrong with Mrs. Maggie and she would have wanted me to be eating.

But the other part, the louder part, didn't let me. They wouldn't have taken her in an ambulance with an oxygen mask just for the hell of it. Whatever had happened to her wasn't small and I wasn't sure I was ready to hear about.

Luca's stomach rumbled against my back and I chewed my bottom lip. I was being selfish as hell. I had been so focused on my pains and worries, that I had totally forgotten that my boss wasn't a comfortable chair, but a human that needed food.

"You can get something to eat," I shifted on his lap, trying to get off.

He smiled. "You heard that?"

I nodded. "Felt it."

"Sorry," He placed me down on the warm chair and knelt in front of me. His fingers gently pushed my hair behind my ears and he smiled at me. "I'm bringing you something to eat. Is there anything you'd like?"

I shook my head. "I'm really not hungry."

"Juice? Coffee? Tea?" He ignored me.

I narrowed my eyes and muttered, "Juice."

He grinned. "Got it."

Once he was gone, I sighed and tried to snuggle up with my knees. The chair without Luca in it, was extremely uncomfortable. I was surprised that he had been able to sit on it for three hours without complaining.

He had just been holding me, making sure that I didn't fall more apart than I had.

It felt strange to me. I never had anyone care that way. Not even people that were family or knew me well. Mrs. Maggie had been the only person that cared for me and I had no fear toward it because there was no chance of me falling in love with her that way.

Luca on the other hand...Luca was making it extremely impossible to keep my feelings at bay.

I had been working for him for almost three months and I saw him as a piece of meat, something I could drool over. I wasn't about to start changing that now.

"Okay," He sat down next to me, holding the drinks in one hand and a bag in the other. "I hope you like orange juice; it was the only thing they had. I also brought you," he rummaged through the brown bag, "a chicken salad sandwich and a cookie for a sweet."

"You didn't have to," I muttered, feeling my cheeks turn a slight shade of pink at the smile that grew on his lips. That was a weird reason to blush, but there was something about him that was just making my body react weirdly.

He handed me the cup of orange juice and smiled at me, a cute lopsided smile that made my body react in the most unsexual way possible. I hated it. "You need to eat, hermosa."

I didn't fight him any longer. Now that I had the food in my hands, it was like heaven. I was starving (who wouldn't be after getting some nice dïck?!) and the chicken sandwich tasted like the gods themselves had made it.

Usually I expected hospital food to taste terrible, but the sandwich was delicious. The cookie had been warm and the chocolate chip bits melted in my mouth. Maybe it was because I had been starving, but everything tasted great.

"Thank you," I cleaned the corners of my mouth with the napkin, "it was really good."

"No problem, hermosa," He replied, taking a sip from his drink. After we were done eating, I stood up to throw out our trash and then took a sit next to him.

"I don't know how you sit in these. My ass hurts."

Luca laughed, grabbing my hips and lifted me unto his lap. I almost purred like a damn cat. Man, was I loving this spoiling side of him. "Is this better?"