Chapter 7 DIRTY

CHLOE's POV

‘‘I’m sorry Sir, but...’’ I came to a complete stop directly in front of my doorstep, turning around to face Mr. Gonzalez. ‘‘My apartment is quite filthy. I mean… really dirty.’’

Easton smirked, his hands tucked into his pockets.

‘‘Dirtier than your mind…?’’

It was only a whisper, but I was able to make out what he was saying. Was he making an attempt to flirt with me? I can do it too.

‘‘It's surely not dirtier than yours...’’, he laughed, throwing his head back and I rolled my eyes, twisting the doorknob and easing the door open.

Pressing my lips against each other, I let Easton in and he followed me inside my apartment. As I watched his gaze wander throughout my living room, I felt a wave of embarrassment flood over me. It was the first time he walked into my house, and I hadn't even had time to clean it.

‘‘Nice...’’ he commented as he looked around.

‘‘It's barely bigger than your broom closet…’’ I joked as I closed the door behind him.

‘‘If I have to be honest, it’s a little bit smaller than my Jacuzzi...’’

‘‘Oh…’’ My cheeks turned beetroot, and he burst out laughing. I motioned to him to have a seat on my old couch while I snatched the shirt that was hanging on my television.

‘‘I'm just kidding, Miss Bell...’’ Easton grinned, venturing in at his own leisure. He lowered himself to the couch and spread his arms on the headrest like a king. ‘‘I’ll wait for you here, Miss Bell. Please, hurry up.’’

‘‘Okay, Sir...If you want to watch television, the remote control is right here,’’ I said, pointing to a black rectangular device that had been placed on the center table.

As soon as he nodded and reached for the remote control, I rushed to my bedroom, leaving him selecting a channel to watch on his own.

Immediately after, I stripped off my dress and went into my bathroom to take a quick shower. I didn't want my boss to have to wait for me for long, so I had to move fast.

As I rubbed the loofa across my breasts, I couldn’t help but remember how Easton palmed one of them. I moaned as I continued scrubbing my skin. So, he’s right when he told me that I have a dirty mind.

I laughed silently but then the soap suddenly slipped out of my hand and it landed on the tiled floor. Clumsy Chloe…

I brushed Easton away from my mind and decided to wash the shampoo out of my hair and the soap on my body, and finished showering.

Just as I was going to reach for the towel on the rack, my right foot stepped on something slick.

Fuck! The soap! It’s too late to regret why I didn’t bother to pick up the soap on the floor.

I yelped as I tried to balance my body but I ended up falling with my bum landing first on the cold, wet floor. Oh my, God!

‘‘Ouch…’’ I groaned as I caressed my bare butt. A few tears had already gathered in my eyes, involuntarily generated by the sharp pain that spread throughout the area that surrounded my hipbone.

As I was crawling up and attempting to get up, the bathroom door suddenly burst open.

‘‘Miss Bell!’’

I screamed, my eyes widening as I sat back, my hands flew to cover the pertinent parts of my body. ‘‘Mr. Gonzalez! What are you doing here?’’

Easton’s eyes grew wide, staring at me. I saw how his eyes raked my body with desire as he froze on his spot.

‘‘Mr. Gonzalez!’’ I let out a yell to wake him up. It seemed as if he was being hypnotized by my body now.

‘‘W-what? Oh…’’ he swallowed hard before he turned around, groaning. ‘‘I-I’m sorry… I heard a loud thud from here and I thought something happened to you, so I barge in without knocking. I’m sorry…’’

I could feel my body became hot all over as a result of my shame. ‘‘I accidentally stepped on the soap…and I-I slip and fall down.’’

‘‘D-do you need my help?’’ he asked, still facing his back on me.

‘‘C-could you please hand over my towel?’’ I asked, biting my lip. My voice was almost out of breath as I spoke.

Easton nodded and reached for the towel on a rack that was right next to him. He remained facing the door as he handed me the fluffy towel.

‘‘Thank you...’’ I mumbled as I extended my arm and reached for the towel. After wrapping it around my body, I attempted to get up again, but the pain in the back of my hips was excruciatingly painful. ‘‘Sir… I need your help.’’ I said and he swiftly turned around and rushed over to me.

He didn’t waste any time and picked me up once I stretched my arms and he carefully strolled out of the door towards my bed. He put me down gently and sat beside me, his gaze fixed on my face.

‘‘Where does it hurt? Do you want me to call a doctor?’’ he asked concernedly, pushing a few strands of my wet hair behind my ears, before wiping away my tears.

What was he doing acting so sweet all of a sudden?

‘‘M-my hip hurts…but there’s no need to call for a doctor.’’ I stammered pathetically.

‘‘But it might be serious. How can you go to work in your situation like that?’’ the worry in his voice didn’t subside, but then I realized that he was merely concerned about my work. He was worried that he wouldn’t find someone who would help him in the office. ‘‘Wait right here…’’

And before I had a chance to object, he stormed out of my room in an instant.