FALLEN (NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON)

32.

I straighten myself away from his arms and push him playfully.  I'm obviously amused and I can't seem to hide my amusement from him, not when he looks at me like that.

"How the fuck dare you?!  I believed every word you said, you wanker!"  I let out with the largest grin despite of my harsh words.  I push him away from me again as he fights to take me back into his arms.

"You are so naive, how could I not have a little fun?!"  

He captures both of my wrists into his hands and I get totally swooned over by his charm.  I submit to him and dive my lips absentmindedly to kiss his, to taste him, to be consumed by him, but I'm cut short when his attention quickly drifts to his ringing cell phone. 

"Let it ring."  I whine a bit, because he's just asked me to do the same.

"It will only take a second."  He lets out and gets his phone out of the pocket of his elegant marine pants and looks at it.

I step back from him, but keep my eyes on him.  Something changes in his expression and it intrigues me as to what he reads and who it is from.

"What is it?"  I ask, worried that something might be wrong.

He looks up from his phone and rolls his eyes.  He turns it off and puts it on the floor to slide it away.  He looks up at me and his mood has changed, but in a better way than I thought.  He takes me back into his arms and smirks heavily.

"Want to play a game?"

"What are you up to?  Mace, we've agreed to work hard today so that I could go home early to get dinner ready."

"Not now, Grace.  I seem to have better things on my mind right now."  He tugs on my hands and I fall on him, but I pull away the second I can.

"Mace."  My tone warns him gently. "We have to be subtle.  We can't be acting too cosy in front of these windows.  People can spy on us just as easily as we spied on that lady earlier."

"You're right."  He responds coldly and gets up, leaving me on the floor alone looking up as he walks the few steps from his desk.  "Get up.  I'll have you read your story out loud."

"What will it do?"  I frown and oblige, flattening my clothes as he organises his desk clean.

"You'll have to read it to me and that way, it will be more obvious to us if sentences need to be more precise or if they are useful.  See it as a final review before we get it revised."

"By your mum?"  I put my hand on his back and caress it gently to show support.  I am so proud of the hard work we have done this week.

"Yeah.  I really want every word of this book to mean exactly what you intended them to.  I want for every action, every emotion to be described to perfection.  I want to hear it as the reader would read it in their heads."

"Does your mum do that with her writers?"  I curiously ask, but I feel how tense he becomes.  I didn't intend to hurt his feelings at all.  I feel so sorry.  My caress is being so much more gentle.

"No...  I am sure she doesn't.  We have done great work, Grace, but for most of times I don't have a fucking clue what I am doing, because nobody in this fucking business ever wanted to give me a chance.  I am following my gut and relying on myself, because it's all I know."  He lets out as if he had to plead his case to me, which he doesn't.  I need to make him feel better.  I need to let him in on my personal thoughts.

"I know that.  That's why I admire you so much."

He doesn't move nor say a thing for long seconds, but when he does, he looks at me straight in the eyes and I get scared.  I have never seen so much depth and I seem to fall endlessly in their green abyss.  I feel like he lets me in on his soul and my heart aches.  I reach for his hand.  I just want to prove how I genuinely mean what I said.