To Color Your Life

His voice was a little hoarse and strange. And from that voice, from the words she heard, something clenched inside Emily. Suddenly it felt so good that she wanted to cry.

"Were you stalking me?" she muttered, practically in a whisper.

Justin Evans, in principle, did not look like a maniac (although at the beginning of her acquaintance she sometimes had similar thoughts). Maniacs don't run magazines and publishing houses. Maniacs have more important things to do.

At that moment, Emily just wanted to hear about that girl at the window. Stupid, huh? But it's so nice.

"No, of course," the boss shook his head, "Please! I was not stalking!"

"And then what?"

"I was admiring," his hand moved from the steering wheel to the girl's neck, where the man neatly adjusted the raised corner of the collar of her blouse. "It's not forbidden, is it?"

Emily's heart pounded quickly, throbbing in her temples. A wave of heat went down her neck, where the boss's fingers accidentally touched her skin.

"Somehow I never saw you there," she replied, pulling back and squeezing into the door to preserve the remnants of her mind.

If only Justin Evans was a hypnotist who misled his victims with one glance or touch! Because if he was not, then Emily got in trouble. Serious and irrevocable trouble. She fell into the trap called fatal love.

"Of course you never saw me. You always looked out the window or through me, even if I sat down next to you."

"So what? All this time you looked from afar and did not dare to approach? It somehow doesn't sound like cocky Justin Evans."

The boss laughed. "You do not believe me? This is how you tell a person the truth, but she does not believe. It's a shame."

Emily has lost his joking remark in the wind. But the man's downcast gaze somewhere on the floor reminded her of something else.

Don't tell me Justin Evans was ... embarrassed? No, common! This cannot be.

"Firstly, it's strange to molest a girl early in the morning in a public place. Secondly, I have seen many times where you sent all those pitiful men who decided on this desperate act."

Hell, the boss was right. Emily hated it when strangers interrupted her time for a personal retreat with a cup of coffee.

"And this is exactly what happened when I approached and, by the way, immediately offered my hand and heart! But I was rejected that very second," Evans continued in his usual mocking tone.

Ouch, exactly. One to zero. Boss is winning.

"And when I sat down at your table, you looked at me as if I were a bum and an alcoholic who defiled your personal shrine with his presence. Wasn't it so?"

Ouch, ouch. It seems like someone will be knocked down soon.

"I don't remember," Emily turned away and pretended to study the dashboard, "Maybe something like that happened, but I really don't remember it."

She heard a slight chuckle from the side. And the sound made her want to smile. But another thought haunted her.

"I thought I was replacing Kelly."

The idea that her best friend had cheated on her was even more resentful than the boss's act. What can you expect of him? Shameless is his middle name.

"Well, actually you are," Evans drawled.

"And if without far-fetched facts?" Emily folded her arms over her chest. She decided that until she got to the bottom of the matter, she would not calm down.

The boss clicked his tongue, seeing the girl's assertiveness. "When you heartlessly left your fiancé in a cafe after promising to marry..."

Emily rolled her eyes. Can you go straight to business? It would be better if she then agreed, and only then turned him off.

"I called Ohara and said that she was going on forced leave. And if I don't see a resume of the one who will replace her in my e-mail, then instead of a vacation, I will fire her," concluded the boss with a very pleased grin on his face.

Emily opened her mouth and silently moved her lips like a fish washed ashore. She had no words to describe her shock. How shameless you have to be to do that?! It was as if the wrong name was chosen for him at birth.

"But where did you get the idea that Kelly would send my profile?" she did not understand.

"Well, one morning I saw you two in a cafe. And then I made a request to the HR department about Kelly Ohara and found out that another person initially applied for her position, but then gave it up. I think there is no need to explain who it was. And Miss Ohara did not disappoint my expectations by immediately submitting her best friend's resume."

"Justin Evans, do you have any idea of ​​shame at all?" All that Emily could say, watching the man's beaming face, was without a hint of conscience.

"Purely theoretical."

"It can be seen," Emily sighed. After considering for a few seconds what she had heard, she got out of the car and slammed the door.

"Don't tell me that you are planning to go home by public transport?" the boss was surprised when the girl stopped in front of his door.

"Come out."

"Miss Hayes, now knowing my weakness towards you, have you decided to use your boss as a potboy?" Evans climbed out of the car with a playful grin and leaned against the door. He didn't know what this girl was up to, but he didn't mind taking part in her game.

"A very tempting offer, Mr. Evans." Emily ran her fingers seductively over his shoulder, sliding down his arm until she snatched the car keys from his palm. "Step aside, please. You are blocking my way."

The man obediently took a step to the side, watching with interest as the girl opened the driver's door and got behind the wheel.

"Are you going or will you stay here?" Emily asked, rolling down the side window on the door. Her hands were already on the steering wheel of his Maybach.

"Hmm, unexpected," Evans chuckled under his breath and whistling something, walked around the car and sat in the passenger seat next to the girl. "Miss Hayes, since you're driving, I'm setting the route. Do you agree? In my opinion, it will be fair."

"And where are we going?" Emily didn't mind.

"In one place where I would like to see you more often," the man said with an enigmatic mystery and fastened his seatbelt, "Just don't break my headlight.. I recently installed a new one."