Page 4 of Ethan
The whole drive from the airport he barely said a word to me. It was like drawing blood from a stone.
The boy seems more interested in his phone than interacting with humans face to face. He couldn’t be more different from his father if he tried. Small, and thin. A narrow face, and shy eyes that refuse to make contact.
Whereas, Ethan… Now he’s a different story altogether.
I don’t think I’ve ever met a man like him. Larger than life. Literally. The memory of his massive, six-foot-four frame sitting beside me makes my tummy shiver.
What it felt like to have his giant, bear-paw of a hand clutching onto me. The sound of his deep voice filling my ears as my heart beat heavy in my chest and the fear inside me slowly subsided.
I’ve seen him plenty on TV and social media. But up close, he’s even more delicious than I possibly could have imagined.
The rest of the flight had gone by relatively uneventfully. He’d managed to keep my mind off the fact we were sailing through the air at astronomical speeds in nothing but a glorified tin can. He told me funny stories about celebrities and musicians. About how he used to sing and play guitar in a band when he was a teenager, and sometimes he thinks that was the happiest time in his life. When he didn’t have a care in the world... except for getting up on stage and having the time of his life. Trying to talk the owners of the bars he played in to give him a few more free drinks than was initially agreed upon.
I listened to him. Mesmerized by his voice. Unable to take my eyes from his magnificent body.
Before I knew it, we were coming in for landing, and my feet were firmly back on the ground.
“See,” he grinned, walking down the steps beside me. “It wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No,” I admitted. “I almost enjoyed myself.”
“Almost…” His deep, blue eyes look at me from beneath hooded lids. His hand rests on my shoulder. My legs shake as I zero in on his lips. So close. Pulling me towards them like a pair of delectable, pink magnets. “Next time we’ll have to aim for better.Almostisn’t good enough.”
“Yes, sir,” I manage, trying my best to resume an air of professionalism.
A pair of town cars pull up next to us and then I’m looking at his fine ass walking away from me.
And now I’m in his apartment. Although, calling this place an apartment is like calling the Atlantic Ocean a place with a bit of water lying about. I feel like Cinderella at the ball. Except there’s no-one here to share my happiness.
Walking my way through the penthouse, I decide to call my mom. Her face lights up when I show her the famous skyline.
We talk until the battery on my phone runs out, and then I wander through all the rooms. Snooping. Imagining what it would be like to wake up in a place like this.
A couple of times, I check in on Aaron, but he just waves me away and tells me to leave him alone.
I head back into Ethan’s bedroom and lie on his bed. The sheets are soft, and the mattress is so comfortable it feels like I’m floating on a cloud.
I know I shouldn’t be in here, but I can’t help myself.
Needing a pee, I get up and head to his ensuite bathroom. And that’s when I see his bath…
It's big enough to park a medium-sized station wagon in it. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my clothes are on the floor. I’m leaning back, enjoying the jets of water shooting out the sides. Massaging my body. The sweet, flowery scent of the bubbles calming my mind.
The next thing I know, I hear a door slamming. A voice calling.
“Aaron!!”
I jump out of the bath, trying to find the nearest towel. My eyes heavy with sleep.
“Sydney!!” he calls again. “Hello? Is anyone home?”
“Coming!” I shout back, draping a robe over my shoulders and quickly wrapping my hair in a towel.
I can’t believe this. To be caught taking a bath while I’m meant to be looking after his son. I’ll be lucky if I don’t get fired.
“Sydney!”
The door behind me swings open and I jump back in surprise. My foot slips on a wet patch. I fall to the floor.
