To Color Your Life - Chapter 44

“Stop laughing!” Emily was eager to hit Justin but to do that she would have to leave the steering wheel. She assumed that driving a Maybach would be somewhat different from driving her old Ford, but she was not ready for such a big difference!

“Ahaha, I’m sorry. But you react so nicely to everything that happens with you that I can’t help but laugh. “Evans sprawled imposingly in his chair, watching the show from the front row.

The girl was watching the road with tension, as if she was making her way in a canoe along a river teeming with alligators, and not along a city street among cars.

“This is not a car, this is some kind of monster!” Emily prayed to all the gods to get to the place where they were getting as soon as possible. If only she knew where they were going at all! The boss did not tell her and only entered the data in the navigator.

As soon as she pressed the gas, they almost crashed into the car in front. And this happened within ten seconds, as she got behind the wheel! Yes, she has never had a single road rule violation in her life!

The black monster turned out to be too playful, and his gas pedal was too sensitive. Emily was used to the fact that on her car she would have to squeeze the pedal all the way to just move. And here – a light touch – and you are already racing faster than anyone!

The boss didn’t react to the danger, as if it didn’t bother him that she would smash his headlight again. This time the front one.

And what possessed you to sit behind the wheel of this Maybach?! Did you want to take matters into your own hands? Or to show that you can also make decisions the way you like? Ha, bite me, Hayes. After this trip, your nervous system will say goodbye to you.

Five minutes after a failed (fortunately) accident, she attracted the attention of a guard car. She was lucky enough that her driver’s license ended up to be in her bag somehow. She was definitely off her trolly when she got into someone else’s car, not making sure that she had documents.

Then she would not only be fined but also have the boss’s car confiscated for a parking fine. That would be fun!

But Emily diligently pretended that these situations did not bother her in the least. It was necessary to save face to the last.

And Evans sneered at this face all the way, deriving sincere pleasure from the girl’s panting.

“Where are we?” Emily looked up at the tall building in front of which they had stopped, as the navigator had announced they had arrived.

“At my house,” the boss replied.

“At your house?!” she opened her mouth in surprise. What the hell? “You know what? Twenty minutes foot walk, no more, are needed to get from here to work! Do you live so close to the office?!”

They drove, of course, longer than fifteen minutes. Emily’s fault, mostly. Evans, with his speed, made it two minutes at the most, she was sure.

But… what the heck… Her house is on the other side of town!

“I told you that only a complete weirdo would drive so far for a cup of coffee for no good reason,” the boss replied, understanding the girl’s thoughts on her face.

“How long has it been since you became such a weirdo?” Emily had conflicting feelings.

On the one hand, she was pleased that a stranger drove through the whole city every morning (well, maybe not every morning), just to admire her. On the other hand… it kind of stounded like mania.

Who knows, maybe she will come to visit him now and find herself locked in some red room that looks like a torture chamber?

Oh Hayes, reading romance novels at work definitely negatively affects your IQ.

“Long enough.”

“Justin Evans, you’re scaring me. Are you sure you’re not a stalker? How many? A week? Month?”

The man grinned.

“Two months? Six months?”

The more options Emily gave, the wider his smile grew.

“Come on, it can’t be a year, right?!”

“Yeah right! No way I’m telling you this!” He rested his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes as if about to take a nap. “I don’t want you to put yourself on airs and stuff.” The man waved his hand, pointing somewhere to the left. “There’s an underground car park on that side, my spot is 705.”

Pfft, found yourself a personal driver! Emily wanted to flip out, but in time she remembered that she herself took the keys from the boss and got behind the wheel.

She was not very friendly with numbers, but she remembered the boss’s parking spot right away. Indeed, it so unexpectedly coincided with the number of her apartment! It was a miracle, and couldn’t be called otherwise!

Emily no longer knew if it was a coincidence and a hint of higher powers, or again someone’s cunning game.

The area in which Evans’ house was located was considered very prestigious. There were many business centers, and the cost of real estate was calculated in tens of thousands of dollars per square meter.

Hmm, but the boss has got some living style, Emily whistled mentally as they took the elevator from the parking lot to the lobby of the apartment building. The foyer was the size of three or four of her apartments. Or even five.

As she stared at the high walls and painted ceiling, Justin greeted the butler, took a folder from him, and returned to her.

“Please,” he gestured towards the other elevator.

“What is it?” Emily asked as the elevator doors slammed shut and it rode smoothly upstairs. She preferred not to meddle in other people’s affairs without asking, but the question flew from her lips before she had time to realize it.

“Just some ordinary mail. Nothing special,” Evans replied and shifted the envelope he had received from the butler into his other hand.

Emily knew the logo of the law firm from which this folder was received. And judging by the size and thickness, they were documents. This company was known for two main areas – working with real estate and divorce proceedings.

But apart from the logo itself and the signature [to Mr. J. Evans], she had no time to see anything.

Well, okay. This is none of her business.

The elevator stopped and the doors, with a slight rustle, almost silently, opened to the sides.

The boss grabbed the girl by the waist with a possessive gesture and pulled her along. There were only two apartments on the floor.

Emily wanted to see the interior, but Evans had already swiped the card over the electronic lock, and a second later the front door slammed shut behind her like a gate in a castle.

Safely cutting her off from the outside world and leaving her in full control of the owner of the home.

Strong arms grabbed the girl and pressed her to the door, and a hot mouth crumpled her lips with a passionate kiss. Emily only took a breath before a wave of excitement swept over her from head to toe.

Oh, it seems that even without the red room, no less sweet torture is awaiting her.

“Justin Evans, is this how you treat guests when you first invite them into your house?” Emily said, gasping for air as the man switched to her neck.

But the boss seems to have had other ideas about this.

He grabbed her by the hips, Emily wrapped her legs around the man’s waist. One of her shoes flew off and fell to the floor. Justin turned around and, not moving far from the door, immediately laid the girl down on the soft carpet on the floor.

He glared at her lips, slid his hand over the stocking, took off the second shoe, and threw it aside.

“Right here?”

“There are many suitable spots in this apartment, my dear, but let’s start our tour from here.” He scorched her ear with hot breath and Emily moaned with pleasure. The man’s hands were already exploring the most sensitive parts on her body, albeit hidden under a thin layer of clothing.

“Damn, you can’t imagine how much I want you. What are you doing to me, my Emy?”

Justin looked up from the girl’s lips for a moment to kick off his jacket. With a quick movement, he loosened his tie and pulled it over his head.

“Justin Evans, you are completely shameless.” Emily giggled as he lifted her to remove her blouse and bra.

“Then don’t hold back so that I can hear how much you like it,” he replied, and another moan of the girl faded away, absorbed by another passionate kiss.