To Color Your Life

Emily opened her eyes and stretched lazily on the bed. Stop! What time is it? Did she fall asleep again?!

The girl sat down, the coverlet slid down, exposing her naked breasts.

She wrapped herself in it again and listened carefully. Justin was neither visible nor audible. Is he really gone? And this is after their first sex?

No, she's also quite a character, of course. How could she fall asleep after such active practice in bed, given that she had already slept until lunchtime?

Emily covered her face with her hands, embarrassed by her own contented smile. Her inner dragon was so pleased as if he had been given several tons of gold as a gift.

Oh, she had only to remember the man's hands and lips. How he was kissing, squeezing her breasts, how he was teasing her with his fingers for an agonizingly long time until he entered her...

She felt the wave of pleasant sensations beneath her belly and a rumble in the stomach.

That's right! She didn't even eat today! And what about dinner with grandma?!

Emily jumped out of bed and started looking for her clothes. To her surprise, they were in a neat pile on a chair. Even her underwear.

"Boss, you're quite something," she grinned. I ought to ask him to clean up the closet. Look how well he does it.

The sudden doorbell made her flinch. Emily pulled her glasses over her nose and only then saw how much time the clock on the wall showed.

This is the end! Granny was punctual to the point of insanity, and it was definitely her!

Tangled in her pants, and almost falling to the floor, the girl jumped to the door on one leg. She quickly straightened her shirt, combed her hair with her fingers, and just grabbed the handle when she heard Evans' cheerful voice.

"Marian, welcome! You are even more charming today."

"Justin? Where is Emily?" grandmother's voice sounded surprised. Hah, sure. For the first time she came to visit her granddaughter, and she did not even bother to meet her.

"She is sleeping. There was an urgent job at the publishing house, and Emily had to work hard to meet the deadline. She got tired."

Ah, so that's what it's called now, Emily grinned as she was eavesdropping on the conversation between her grandmother and the boss at the door. Evans sounded very energetic, given the fact that he "worked" more than her.

Damn, he "worked" so good! Emily didn't mind having another work session.

From this thought, she even felt that she wasn't hungry anymore. But no one was going to cancel the dinner with grandmother.

"Let's go to the kitchen. I will treat you to my favorite dishes. Emily was busy, so I took it on myself. I hope you don't mind?" Justin was very polite and courteous.

"Ohoho, of course not," Granny laughed coquettishly. And the girl heard the guests moving away towards the kitchen.

Emily shook her head. She should definitely take Evans' master class on pouring banana oil in people's ears. He does it with such ease and sophistication that she herself would have believed in the boss's culinary talents. If she didn't know that everything was bought at the restaurant.

The girl decided that she had an extra couple of minutes to look in the mirror before going outside.

Hmm, I can change my outfit, this one is kind of... too modest, she thought.

Emily poked around on one of the shelves and pulled out a lightweight dress of soft fabric. "Okay, this will be more interesting," she nodded contentedly and changed. The hair was more difficult.

Not only did they start their "work session" when she had a wet head, but she also sweated in the process. And sleeping with wet hair is the dumbest thing to do.

Emily collected the hair at the back of her head and secured it with bobby pins.

That's a completely different thing!

Now she can appear in front of her grandmother. And most importantly - in front of the boss.

With a sinking heart, Emily opened the bedroom door and walked into the kitchen.

Granny was sitting at the table and looking at the dishes that occupied the biggest part of the table with a genuine interest.

"Emy, just look at what Justin cooked while you were sleeping! I can't wait to try it all!" grandmother exclaimed, straightening an elegant miniature hat on her head. She prepared for dinner even more seriously than for breakfast!

"Yeah, I can't wait to try, too," Emily replied and walked over to her boss, who was standing by the sink washing something.

"Have you fixed the tap?" she wondered.

"I'm not only good at 'working', my dear Emily," Evans whispered in her ear and turned to the table. "Since our sleeping beauty has woken up, I suggest we start eating!" he announced and sat down in a chair.

Emily, as hostess, arranged the food on the plates and sat down next to Evans.

"What are your plans for next weekend?" Grandma asked.

"We only have work on our plans for the near future, right Emy?" The boss's hand under the table slid over the girl's bare knee and began to climb up her thigh.

"Yes, Justin has a big business trip ahead of him." She jerked her leg to throw off his hand. The boss stopped but didn't remove his hand.

"Such a tight schedule. Justin, don't overdo it. Health is the most important thing." Granny Hayes sympathized.

"Don't worry, Marian. Any athlete can envy my endurance."

Emily felt the man's fingers begin to trace patterns on her skin. The boss continued to have a sweet dialogue with her grandmother and was not even looking at the girl.

What can not be said about his hand, which was striving to rise higher.

And how can you eat anything in such conditions?!

"Honey, you are so considerate." Emily deliberately slammed her fork against her plate to attract the attention of the guests, who did not notice her. "After a busy day at work, when I didn't even have time to drink water, you made so many delicious meals. I definitely won't starve to death."

The hint was understood the right way. The man chuckled and removed his hand.

Emily exhaled. Now she can finally eat.

Justin and her grandmother were still talking about something. Mostly, the grandmother was talking, sharing stories from her acting life, and the man was surprised and laughed in the right moments. Emily was eating in silence.

The dinner was perfect.

"Oh, I have to go," Grandma suddenly jumped up. "I still have a date today! I almost forgot!"

"What?" Emily froze with her mouth open, with a piece of shrimp sticking out, "What-what kind of date?" she asked her grandmother, hastily chewing her food.

"My new gardener is quite a charming gentleman. Do you remember I told you about him? He invited me for a walk." Mrs. Hayes winked mysteriously and pretended to have a dreamy look.

"You're dating the owner of a flower shop. Is not it so?"

"Emy, we broke up two weeks ago! It was so long ago that it doesn't matter anymore."

Two weeks? So long ago? I couldn't get over the breakup for over a year, Emily thought.

Sometimes she thought that she was an adopted child. Hayes' genes in her were clearly distributed in some wrong way.

"Justin honey, walk me to the taxi." Granny grabbed the boss by the elbow and pulled him toward the exit. "Bye, dear! Don't eat much at night," she told Emily goodbye.

"They're strange, after all," the girl shrugged as the guests left the apartment and went back to eating.

The taxi was already waiting at the entrance. Justin walked Mrs. Hayes to the car and opened the door for her.

"Thank you for a pleasant dinner, Marian," he smiled and kissed the woman's hand.

"Likewise. You have very good manners, Justin." She looked closely at the man's face and added, "You know, thirty-five years ago, I attended the wedding of one Evans. Roger Evans. Do you know this name?"

"Yes, ma'am. This is my father," he did not hide.

"Hmmm, I thought so. You are very similar. Therefore, it is unusual that the son of the head of Pharaoh Publishing is working as a simple model in a magazine. Or pretending to be working as a model," Marian winked and got into the car.

"You are a wise woman, Mrs. Hayes," Justin smiled back.

"I don't argue," she nodded, "But like any woman, I hear a lot of gossips." She slammed the car door and looked at Justin through the lowered glass. "For example, that Evans' son got married a few years ago and that he already has a child. On the other hand, they are rumors. Good night, Justin. Take care of Emily."

Mrs. Hayes signaled to the driver to drive, and the taxi pulled away.

The man watched the car until it disappeared around the corner.

He took his phone out of his pocket and pressed the call button, "Did you call me? I have two missed calls from you... Mel?... Damn, I forgot." Justin rubbed the bridge of his nose. "No, I am not busy. I'll be there in half an hour."

Emily got up from the table and walked out into the hallway when she heard the front door slam.

"Are you going to eat something? I haven't cleaned the table yet," she asked Evans.

The man took his car keys.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes, some urgent things that I have to deal with. I'm sorry." He pulled her to him and dug into her mouth with a hot kiss. His hand slid down her back to her buttocks.

Justin pulled back and looked at the girl in surprise, "Are you wearing no underwear?"

Instead of answering, Emily bit her lip and nodded.

"Damn, you'll kill me someday, Miss Hayes," the boss moaned, squeezing her thighs. "I'll be back as soon as I'm done," Evans whispered in her ear and bit her earlobe.

Emily chuckled. "Then I'll leave the door open."

The man kissed her again and slammed the door behind him.

An hour later, Emily cleared the leftovers from the table. One more hour later, she washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen.

When the hand of the clock crossed midnight, the girl locked the door and went to bed.. Justin Evans never came back that night.