Free Emerald Eyes by N. Michaels

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    “Goodnight guys.” Mark flashes his signature panty-dropping smile, which stopped working on me a long time ago, then walks away to follow the waitress.  
    Mr. Miller’s hand moves to the small of my back, urging me forward. His hand is radiating warmth, and that small contact makes every cell in my body jump to attention. I glace up at Mr. Miller as we leave the restaurant, finding his face harsh, clearly he’s not happy about something.  
    When we reach the hotel, Mr. Miller finally speaks up.
    “Who’s Mark?” he asks cautiously.  
    I exhale. I really don’t want to tell him, but I feel that if I won’t, it would just make him even more unhappy with me and might cost me my job, so I gather the willpower to tell him.
    “He’s my ex-boyfriend. We dated for a few months and it didn’t work out.” I hear myself explain for some reason. I watch Mr. Miller’s face intently, but its like his got this mask on, I can’t figure out what he’s thinking.  
    “What’s… kissa? ”  
    Oh good God…  
    “Umm… it used to be my nickname.”  
    Mr. Miller lifts a questioning eyebrow and I sigh.  
    “It means… kitten… in Russian.”  
    “Oh…well, we don’t have to go tomorrow night.” Mr. Miller looks at me with a reassuring smile.
    “Oh no, it’s not a problem. You could go without me.” I say.
    He was so enthusiastic about it. I don’t want to ruin it for him. I’ll just find something else to do.
    Mr. Miller opens the door to our suite and waits for me to walk in.
    “If I’ll go I want you to accompany me. I want to make sure you’ll be all right, I don’t like the idea of you alone in the hotel room while I’m out partying.” He shrugs.  
    I nod and that awkward and uncomfortable feeling is back. I need to relax. I decide not to even bother reminding him that he hasn’t answered my indecent proposal, because I am mortified to hear, ‘no’ and ‘you’re fired’.
    “I’m gonna go have a bath.” I say without looking at him and leave the room.
    I’m lying in the bathtub, surrounded by foam and bubbles. The scent of vanilla tickling my nose, I inhale then exhale deeply a few times. I close my eyes and lose myself in the sweet scent of Gardenia Rose candles that are lit and randomly positioned in the bathroom. I fix the small, soft white towel under my neck and press ‘Play’ on my iPhone. Bach’s Suite No.3 in D – Air, fills the room and I force my brain to block all the miserable moments of today, drifting into complete relaxation as the melody caresses me.After my soothing bath, I dress in my black lacey boyshorts and a matching camisole. I wrap my lavender silk robe, that stops at the middle of my thighs around my body and tie the matching sash, then head to the kitchen for a glass of water. When I enter the kitchen, I see Mr. Miller sitting on the couch in the living area. He’s busy typing on his laptop. He doesn’t seem to notice me, so I seize the moment and study his striking features.  
    Mr. Miller’s changed into a white t-shirt and light wash jeans. His mesmerizing eyes are focused on the screen and he looks so diligent, so absorbed in his work, almost like he’s untouchable and I don’t want to disturb him. I just stand there admiring him from afar, allowing my hungry eyes to roam over Mr. Miller’s sculptured torso and his strong, lean legs. The way those sexy, stubborn strands fall onto his forehead, making me want to thread my fingers through his hair and tug at the roots with desire.  
    A few long moments later of basically fantasizing about Mr. Miller and me in various activities that have us naked, sweaty and out of breathes, I decide to stop gawking at him and down my cold glass of water, hoping is will cool my heated blood. I shake my head to push those fantasies away and decide to wish him a good night.  
    Get a grip woman!  
    I stop at the entrance of the room and lean my shoulder against the wall, “Mr. Miller… I’m going to bed…