Chapter 7

"Welcome to your new home. " Isabelle couldn't begin imagining leaving under the same room with Christian. The man had so much power over her despite the short time they had known each other. What could go wrong anyway? She would be working, she needed to only go through his file and get an idea of what she would be handling.

"Thank you. " She whispered. Her voice was still hoarse given the crying she had had. She still felt guilty about creating a mess on Christian's blue shirt. He however insisted that it was just a piece of fabric. Like a gentleman, Christian opened the door for her, spreading his palm for her to take. Isabelle eyes went wide, she thought she was at a fictional place.

"What the f..." She trailed off, eyes glued on the vast, slick unique house. She was witnessing the finest architecture on a private residence.

"This is simply magnificent. " She breathed out, looking around at the masterpiece. Isabelle pulled her hand out of his and took a step back. Questions began circulating all over again in her brain. Who the fuck had she gotten involved with?

The two storey house sat on a well flattened area, despite being built on a hill. It had open sided rooms from the main body to embrace the cool climate. "Come, let me show you around. "

When Christian designed it himself, he wanted something unique but simple. He was just starting to get deep into the business world and needed a place where he could stay alone in peace. " I designed it. "

He added when he noticed the girl's eyes still fixed on the building. He could feel a warm feeling erupting in his chest when she appreciated his work. He had never bothered about what other people thought about him and his properties. Seeing the look on Isabelle's face however  raised a reaction from him.

"Wow." Isabelle whispered, looking at the three metre swimming pool that was encased by acrylic walls. It wrapped around a part of the house that was raised from the ground, with an exterior staircase that was suspended on string-like balustrades.

"That leads to a roof garden, wanna see? " Christian pointed at the wooden staircase. Isabelle nodded, not trusting her voice at that time. She would have never guessed he had a house like that one.

Hand in hand, the two ascended the stairs into the garden. Isabelle took in the dining space with wooden chairs, a seating area with a lounge couch and a relaxation area. There were two swings incorporated in the area, with two metal framed burgundy reclining lounge chairs on the side.

Potted plants decorated the pebbled space with square grass patches making box like shapes on the ground. Vines with colourful plants attached themselves around wooden beams that were neatly arranged around the place. It was breathtaking to say the least.

"This is so genius. " She was acting like an excited little girl. Christian watched her ass as she turned from him to enjoy the beauty of the garden. She had no idea that his attention was directed on her and not the garden he had spent his time in countless times. He took his time to look at her, starting from head down to her feet.

Christian found red heads attractive but looking at Isabelle with her glorious deep purple hair, he couldn't help but wonder whether he had been wrong all along. He found himself getting lost in her violet  eyes, with long languid eyelashes of velvet-black. His eyes dropped further to her pink cupid bow shaped lips. As if sensing his eyes on her, Isabelle snaked her tongue out. Slowly, she licked her lower lip, coating it with saliva.

Christian's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, the pink flesh of sweetness calling unto him. Isabelle could feel the atmosphere change, her muscles became rigid. She didn't want to take any step but she found herself mesmerized by Christian's blue and oval shaped eyes. They held an intensity that was almost tangible to her shaky fingers.

He easily passed as the most attractive man she had ever seen. She analyzed his face, there was a mole on the left side of his upper full pink lip. His jaw, god Isabelle found his jaw well sculpted and wondered how a single man could be handsome, tall and lean at the same time. He stood a head over her 5ft5 height, she had felt the difference when he hugged her.

"Isabelle. " Her name was perfectly pronounced in a deep voice. She snapped her eyes up to his, holding her breath in.

'Yes. " She spoke, licking her lip yet again. He followed her movement, copying it. It was Isabelle's turn to look at his tongue as he licked his lower lip. A cool breeze was blowing her hair, revealing the side of her neck that Christian wanted to nibble.

"Do you...uum, do you need to go fetch your belongings from your place? " The man just asked randomly to steer his mind off Isabelle. He wanted nothing but to hear her moan under him, on the rooftop of his two storey house.

"I was thinking...That maybe I could be driving up here instead of staying here.  " She whispered, trying to remind herself that she couldn't allow Christian near her. Her life was already a mess, he was making her forget all about it. Ruining things with him would automatically have her fired and she couldn't risk that.

"It's called home care for a reason, you have to stay here.  " His phone rang before she could reply. It had rang countless times and every time he would brush it off. He decided to see why his secretary and Sean kept on bothering him when he had insisted he was going to be away for hours.

"What is it? ' His tone changed when he picked up. Isabelle busied herself with smelling the different flowers that decorated the garden blossomed.

"I'm on my way. " He hung up.

"I'll be back soon, make yourself at home. " He threw a bunch of keys from his pocket to Isabelle.

"Where...' She didn't even finish her question. He raced down the staircase, leaving her question unfinished. Isabelle was left standing, trying to comprehend what had happened.