As Clara took her bike from the locker, she thought of multiple ways to get out of her promise because somewhere along the way, from her office to the lockers, she lost her courage. When she saw Sebastian outside, riding his bike around the parking lot, she knew there was no backing out.
It surprised him when he saw her. ‘My girl has so many different facets to her personality. And each time she looks different and more beautiful,’ She looked so hot in her tight spandex shorts that his desire shot up, and he had to adjust his shorts to make his bulge less obvious, but making it uncomfortable to sit on his bike. He had to think about something that would keep his mind out of the gutter otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to ride with her.
He was like a schoolboy, watching her a little too closely while she carried her bike out. So he didn’t miss her cue when she got on and told him to follow her to the trailhead. He knew better than to ogle women, especially one as classy as Clara, but he couldn’t help but admire how sexy she looked. It was like her shorts had been painted on her like a second skin, hugging every curve.
They started out riding at an easy pace because she didn’t want to kill him by going too fast. She usually rode around the lake at a much faster speed but didn’t want to be a show-off or injure one of them during the ride. The feel of the air whipping through her hair always made her feel good. It was exhilarating, and it relaxed her whenever something was bothering her.
They were quietly gauging each other’s capabilities for the first half-mile and got into a comfortable groove as they rode abreast the remainder of the trail. Was she imagining it, or did Sebastian make the perfect riding partner? It felt like they were so evenly matched.
They rode in companionable silence until she started a conversation, ‘So tell me, why are you here today?’ She looks at him sideways. ‘We both know that it’s not about the system we installed. It’s performing flawlessly and has undergone multiple rounds of rigorous QA testing. I’m sure you are not here to give me feedback or suggestions either. So tell me, why are you really here?’
He looked at her. She has the spunk to confront the situation head-on, and he liked that. ‘Hmm... if I lie. Clara will definitely see right through it. If I try to flatter her, she might run away. I guess I just need to be honest,’ he thought, as he listed his options.
‘I came to see you,’ he began, ‘I’m not sure, but for some reason, I’ve been missing you for the last 3 weeks ever since you told me to stop meddling with your work. It was refreshing for someone to have big enough balls to tell me off. Plus, my office hasn’t been the same since you got rid of that perv following you around during the installation.’
She shrugged. So what if her challenge turned him on? Nothing to be excited about.
‘There’s a small rest area where I always stop at, we should take a break there. It’ll give you a marvelous view of the lake and the office. You know it’s very nice and serene out here, helps you think,’ she said.
Clara took some pictures on her camera phone when they stopped. She was choosing photos to post on her social media when he asked, ‘Would you mind if we took a picture together?’
‘I do,’ she said, rolling her eyes and turning away from him. She smiled when she looked the other way because she was trying to be difficult. A bike ride always puts her in a good mood, and his honesty had her heart fluttering a bit. This was the only time she could feel free and with no care in the world, and it was nice to share it with him.
‘Why do you even want a picture with me in it?’ she raised her eyebrow.
‘Oh, don’t answer that. You’re just going to try to flatter me. And I don’t do well with people lying to my face. So no,’ she finished.
While she was going on her spiel, she did not notice that he had been snapping away happily.
‘Geez, fine! It’s okay. We don’t need to take a picture together if you don’t want to,’ he retracted his request. ‘This bike ride is enough to make me happy.’ Plus, he took enough pictures to last him a few more weeks. ‘God, she was gorgeous even when she’s on fire,’ he wanted to kiss her mouth.
She frowned at him. He had been so eager to take her picture earlier; she wondered what happened. Was he trying to throw her off and confuse her? She looks at her watch and notices the time. If he wanted to have lunch and get to his meeting in time, now is the right time for them to leave.
The distance around the lake was around 9 miles. It was a good workout, and they got back a little after 11 am, so there was enough time to shower before lunch.
She carried her bike and led him to the lockers when she said, ‘I ordered lunch with Max and Jeremy, so we don’t have to rush. Why don’t you go upstairs and take a shower while I put my bike away?’ She wanted him out of her shower by the time she got up there. It would feel weird to know that he was naked in there moments ago. And it might not be healthy for her imagination, feeding it naughty naked thoughts of him in her private space.
‘Why don’t you go up first, and I’ll lock up the bikes,’ he said. He wanted to sneak his way into leaving his bike in the lockers and did not want her to see him do it.
He bought this bike specifically so he'd have one at her office every time he visits. This would not be the first time they were going biking together. Sebastian planned to be here every few weeks to unwind and see her. He thought he had the perfect plan, so he smiled. ‘You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Clara. I’m here to stay.’
Clara ran to her bathroom and made sure she was dressed before he came up. She finished in 5 minutes flat and laid on the bed with the towel wrapped around her head. It felt very relaxing, so she decided to close her eyes to relax them a bit. Swimming for 2 hours, and now the bike ride wore her down. She needed more energy for her meetings later. ‘I’m just going to get some shut-eye. I’ll get up when he comes in,’ she said to herself, but she fell asleep.
He knocked, making sure she was dressed before entering. When she didn’t answer, he came in and saw her sleeping on her bed with her wet hair sprawled on the pillow. She looked very peaceful. So he went about his business and let her rest.
Sebastian had finished showering and getting dressed when he heard someone whimpering, so he went to investigate. Clara was dreaming and thrashing around like she was fighting someone. ‘No, no.. she said, whimpering... Celine... hide... Celine…,’ tears were coming from her eyes. The minute she started whimpering, he rubbed her arms and her back, comforting her like a child, ‘Shhh.. shhh..,’ He said, ‘It’s okay…. Shhh…. It’s okay…,’ she started quieting down, and when he had his arms wrapped around her. She went back to sleep. Clara’s secretary called her brothers to come up for lunch as she laid the food on the table, but nobody was in the office, and she did not know if Clara had come back from her bike ride, so she left. Her brothers came in laughing. They were teasing each other and betting again on where they
Sebastian did not want to leave. He was making progress, Clara had been smiling freely for the past hour, and he wanted to be there for more. ‘I must admit she was kind of right when she said that a day or two here or there is not enough to know somebody, but I think it was enough for me to make small waves in this big pond. Enough to sow some seeds, and hopefully, she would grow some feelings for me.’ Reluctantly, he had to go to his meeting and cut his visit short, but he had another reason to leave. He was trying to conduct his own investigation about Clara because he knew that her brothers would never tell him anything. The news articles about her parents, Emelia and Nathan, all said they used to make it in the financial world. Nathan was the president of one of the most prestigious financial firms in the country. He had 2 daughters, Carmen and Celine. C
All these years, the Johnson siblings did their own investigations about ten-year-old girls who were kidnapped around the time Clara disappeared, searching for the article that would lead them to her family, but it always led them nowhere. They followed all kinds of leads, even went as far as visiting the people who lost them, but they always ended where they started, nowhere. It never occurred to them that the bad guys had covered up her disappearance with an angle they never thought to explore. But now, with Celine as their lead, they had something to follow. All the doors to the past suddenly opened. Clara’s parents were Nathan and Emelia Jacobs. He used to be the president of the biggest financial firm in the country. Her mom was an accountant before retiring to take care of her family. They went to the same college but did not really date until the
Celine knew her parents always get sad around this time of year. She was too young when it happened, and they expected her to forget about her sister, but she can’t, and she won’t. ‘I’m never going to forget Carmen. I still miss you. Happy birthday, sis!’ she sent a silent greeting to her sister. It was her birthday today, and she would have turned 30 if the kidnappers had only returned her to them. She had been to several therapy sessions over the years because of her nightmares, they never seemed to go away. She doesn’t have them as often now, but it intensifies around her sister’s birth month. Subconsciously, she was having survivor’s guilt. Celine felt guilty, thinking how the kidnappers should have taken them together, then she would have known what happened to h
Sebastian has been distracted the whole day. After he snooped on Clara, he couldn't think about anything else. He had gone back to the office to wait for her when she said goodbye to her father. Anticipating her to come to his office the last few hours, but she didn't. Where was she? Did she just go back to her hotel? To occupy his time, he tried to find out her room number at the "V" but they wouldn't give it to him. Waiting was driving him nuts. He couldn’t go out looking for her because he was not supposed to know she was there. So he started pacing in his office. Earlier, he texted Max and Jeremy, telling them what he witnessed. They were tight-lipped about it for a while, but when he said he wanted to help, they told him where she was staying and when she was coming back. He didn't know why they truste
Sebastian needed to sober up a little after the amount of food and beer they’d consumed. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to drive them both home. She drank a little too much because she was too nervous and needed to do something with her hands. So she kept on drinking whatever she had, which seemed to be unlimited amounts of beer. He invited her to take a seat on one of the park benches, so he could clear his head and spend more time getting to know her. They bantered about her eating habits and food choices for a while before she invited him to walk around the park instead. He was surprised, for sure, he thought he was going to get the boot for keeping her too long. That she was going to tell him this date had run its course and instruct him to take her back to her hotel. But he was glad she didn’t because they got to spend more time together.
Clara was tinier than he thought and lighter. Not that he thought she’d be heavy to carry, but having her in his arms made her seem very frail and small. Sebastian was able to get her into the front seat without her waking. She had a rough day, and he pondered whether they should go back to his house or her hotel. He picked her up at the “V” earlier and successfully got her room number, which was convenient because he knew that bringing her to his house would freak her out. It was already 10 pm, and he did not want to drive to his house, only for her to freak out and have him take her back to her hotel. Not that he wouldn’t do anything for her, but he didn’t want the day spoiled by misunderstanding. Sebastian laid Clara in the middle of the bed. Kissing her for
Sebastian He told himself he would stay for an hour or two at the latest, just to make sure she won’t wake up from any nightmares, but he slept more than that. It was already morning, and he could feel her stirring. Sometime during the night, while they were fast asleep, Clara wrapped her arms and legs around him, but now they were spooning, and he was the big spoon. ‘Dammit, I overslept. I should have left when she started taking off her clothes. How am I going to explain this to her? This will set us back to where we started. We were making progress and having fun last night.’ Then he remembered the letdown. ‘It wasn’t the response I wanted, but at least she opened up to me,’