Chapter 6: He's Flirting With Me

Alexandra's POV

“Gosh,” I muttered with a scrunched face, skimming through the tons of textbooks on my bed. It was the weekend and Mr. Scott would be here any moment from now.

According to him, he wants me to counsel him, a way of keeping his sanity at bay. I totally understand how he must be feeling, having to be forced to do what you don't like doing but have no choice than to comply.

“Start by listening actively, empathize and validate their feelings. Help them…. Geez, I know all these already,” I face-palmed, tired of reading the same thing over and over again. I flipped through the textbooks I have on my bed.

I haven't been able to get a hold of something I could use to counsel him yet. While at it, a knock on the door disrupted the moment.

“Come in,” I said tiredly.

My mum walked in, looking down at the textbooks on the bed with a confused expression. I have been trying to avoid the conversation with her about how I got entangled with my boss online.

She respected my privacy and didn't pester me to gush what really happened to her.

“What's going on?” She asked.

“Actually….” I scratched the back of my head, meeting her gaze. My expression twisted when I noticed that she was dressed up.

“Where are you going?” I asked immediately. She glared at me and I realized my mistake. I responded to her question with a question.

“Uhm… about this..” I stressed, trying to find the perfect white lie. I wanted to tell her that I would be having a male visitor but since she won't be around, I don't think that would be effective anymore.

“I-I was trying to learn new things and… I'm really not getting the hang of it, that's why they are scattered on my bed,” I stuttered, arranging the textbooks and waited for her response.

“Your voice tends to sound shaky when you are lying,” I darted my head to her direction when I heard her.

“But I won't force you to tell me about it. When you feel like I'm qualified enough, I'm always here,” she added.

“Mum, it's not that,” I pouted my lips, feeling sad that she sounded that way.

“I'm heading to the ladies' meeting down the street. I should be home before 8 PM, I made lunch already. It's in the microwave,” she informed, walking out of the room.

“Bye, love you!” I tried to cajole her with sweet talks but she didn't turn around and left. I pressed my lips together and roughened my hair.

“Why did I get myself into all these? Ugh!” I cried out dramatically. Sophia crossed my mind again and I reached out to my phone that was on the bed side table, I dialed her line but I kept getting the same machine response.

Sighing, I continued with what I was doing, lost track of time before my phone alarm beamed. Which I had set thirty minutes earlier until Mr. Scott would be arriving.

I stood up from my bed and tried to dress professionally. My heart was beating steadily in my chest, in both anxiety and nervousness.

‘How would mum feel if I should tell her that he is my fake boyfriend?’ I wondered.

After I was done, I went to our mini living room. Turning the two one-seaters to each other and placing a table in between.

I nodded in satisfaction, feeling the atmosphere was somewhat professional. A knock on the door almost made my heart leap out of my chest.

“Coming!” I yelled for him to hear me as I walked closer to the door. I did the Catholic sign, stroking my hair before I opened the door.

My eyes almost fell off its socket. There he was, my boyfriend. Standing tall and looking devilishly handsome, my heart skipped a beat when he arched his eyebrows in surprise. He was wearing a white shirt that hugged his body perfectly, emphasizing on his well-defined chest.

His first few buttons were undone and my hands dramatically went to cover my mouth as I have this day-dreaming look on.

“Hey babe,” he greeted with the most seductive voice I've ever heard. I wanted to squeal excitedly before he snapped his fingers in front of me.

“Miss. Acosta,” he called and I came back to reality.

“Yes, yes. Please, come in,” I turned around after opening the door, biting my lips and cursing inwardly for fooling myself in front of him.

‘Why would he think of me now? Gosh, you are so stupid, Alex,’ I scolded myself in my head.

The soft click of the door made me turn to look at him with a wavy smile.

“Please, come in,” I repeated, gesturing my hands to the couch. He looked at me weirdly, from my head to toe before he fixed his gaze on my face.

“Is this how you dress?”

“Huh?” I gawked at him, looking down at my pencil skirt. I was dressed the usual way I dress when I go to work.

“Is this how you dress at home?” He clarified, going to sit on the couch but his steps halted, turning to look at me.

I let out an awkward chuckle, “Oh, that. We would be having a professional interaction here. That's why I arranged the living room like this, any problem?” He shook his head leisurely before going to sit.

I sat across from him, trying to maintain a professional stance.

“Good day, sir. How may I help you today?” I asked, smiling professionally. He gazed at me for a moment before he chuckled in amusement, throwing his head backward.

I swear that I was really blushing at how deep his chuckle was. He ran his hands through his hair before turning to me.

“Without hospitality. I don't think you have to call this being ‘professional’,” he quoted the words in the air. It took a moment before his words sank in my head.

“Oops, I'm so sorry. What would you like to drink, sir?” I said hurriedly, smacking my head. He shook his head before sitting upright.

“Scratch that. Tell me about Alexandra,” his voice was deep and husky. I tried to hide the smile on my face. He's flirting with me. I concluded.