I get back home and Sammy is still not here. I'm thankful she isn't because she would never let me forget this. I close the door behind me and walk to my room and into the bathroom. I start the shower and began to strip. I feel dirty and used like a cheap whore. I let the water cascade down on me and I begin to cry. I thought maybe he was the one for me. The one who would make me whole. I was willing to give him that chance and the fucker blew it! I turned off the shower and stepped out of the shower. A few minutes later I emerged to see Sam sitting on the couch with Gideon. I glared at her and then flipped him off and stormed back into my room and slammed the door then locked it. I hear foot steps heading toward me.
KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK "Chanelle! Come on open the door! I can explain!" he says.
"Fuck you Gideon!" I yell back.
"Chanelle. You have a reason to be mad but I am pleading for you to give me a chance." He says as he slides down the door. I walk to the door and sat down by it.
"Gideon, why do you have that suite? Is that some sort of fuck pad?" I ask with a hint of anger. He begins to let out a heavy sigh.
"In ways yes but I really wanted us to have dinner there. The whole sex thing wasn't planned. You have to believe me Chanelle." I shake my head and run my hand through my now curly hair. I stand up and open my room door. He stands up and looks me in the eye then pulls me into his arms. For some odd reason my anger just melts away. I take in his scent and nuzzle my face into his chest. "You smell so good Chanelle." I smile and look up to him.
"Thank you. It's called Citrus Mist." I walk him to the door and he plants a kiss on my forehead and walks away. I turn around to Sammy and she is staring. "What?" I ask
"I don't know about him Chanelle. He seems a bit off of his rocker." She says with concern.
"I am keeping him at arms length for right now. I'm still not sure of him."
"Ok. Well, I'm going to bed and you should too seeing as though you have to go to work tomorrow morning." I smile and head to my room.
The next morning, I'm sitting at my desk and my boss Henry Belfield comes up to me and hands me several envelops.
"Hey Chanelle! Can you do me a huge favor and deliver these to the Crossfire building?" That name! Ugh! I'm only going to assume this is Gideon's building. I look at Henry with the 'Do I have to?' look. I don't want to see Gideon right now. "You can take the rest of the day off." He says with a smile. I grabbed my purse and walked out the door. I get into my 2005 Passat and enter the directions to Cross Tower. I look at the the envelope and I see who it's addressed to.
GIDEON CROSS
CEO CROSS INDUSTIRES
"Fuck me!" I whispered to myself. I don't want to see him and now I have to hand deliver a envelop to him. I pull up to the building and turn my car off. My emotions are running a bit high at the moment. I let out a big sigh, put on my aviator shades and walked out into the New York sun. I chose the wrong day to wear all black. I look up at the building and gasp. I sigh and walk to the security desk. "My name is Chanelle Howard-Jones. I'm here to deliver these to a Mr. Gideon Cross." The lady types something into the computer.
"Actually he is expecting you. Here is a visitor's pass and you are going to take the elevator to the last floor." She says while scowling at me. Geez someone hates their job. I put my sunglasses back on and walk to the elevator. I'm fidgeting with the envelop. I'm nervous. I think I am falling for him. I roll my eyes at that last thought. The elevator stopped on the 19th floor and the doors opened. I am looking pass the doors and then a familiar scent goes by my nose. I move to the corner without looking the doors close and I begin to notice that nobody is in this elevator but us. He walks over and puts a card in the panel and the elevator slows to a halt.
"You look stunning today." He walks over and intakes the smell of my perfume. "and also wearing Chanel." He says. I roll my eyes while biting the inside of my cheek.
"Mr. Cross please. Do you not know how to be professional?" I walk over to the panel and pulled the card out. The elevator moves and we arrive to the last floor. I walk out and he leads me to his office. Once inside, he frosted his office windows and gestured me to sit. "I was instructed by my boss to deliver these to you. I have no idea what it is nor do I care but I did it so I can leave work early." He smiled. He took the envelops and smiled again.
"Thank you Ms. Howard-Jones." He says as he makes his way around the desk. I get up and walked toward the door. He locks it and comes up behind me. "Please Chanelle! Give me one more chance. I know it was a shocker to see that and you have every right to be mad at me." He says as he kisses my neck. I move to the side and cross my arms.
"Gideon I am not a toy. I am a human being. I will not be used for sex! Now if you will excuse me I need to get home and clean." I say. He unlocks the door to his office and I walk out. I hit the down button so I can get out of there quickly. He snakes his arm around my waist and I let out a sigh.
"Chanelle come with me tonight. I'll pick you up after I leave from here." He is way too persistent and too sexy to turn down. Fuck! I was suppose to be strong.
"Fuck Gideon! You don't quit do you? Fine! I'll go with you." I say as I storm in the elevator. The door closed and he smiled. I feel like I was hit by a armored car!
An hour later, I am back at the apartment. I brought some food for the apartment and I am hoping to make a special dinner for Sammy for letting me stay here. I am still in awe at how big this place is. I walk to my room and lay down listening to my iPod and 'Turning Tables' by Adele comes on. I stare at the ceiling. I begin to doze off when there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" I say loudly.
"Hey babe!" Sammy is looking spiffy today. She wore this white with black pinstripe pantsuit with black and white pumps and her hair was bone straight.
"Well! Don't you look dapper today! Where do you work again?" I ask her sitting up and pausing my iPod.
"I work in the New York Stock Exchange remember?" She says with a laugh. I smile.
"Oh yeah! I totally forgot. Sorry! What's up?" I ask as I stretch upwards. She gets up and takes off her jacket and sits on the bed. "Oh! Houndstooth! I love that pattern on you. Wait! That's my waistcoat! You sneaky little bitch!" She falls on the bed and burst in a giggle fit.
"Yeah! Sorry forgot to ask you if I could borrow it but it's ok you love me still. Anyway, I saw that you went food shopping. Up for a little lunch?" I nod and we both head into the kitchen to eat. I begin to tell her about my day and how I had to drop things off to Gideon. She shook her head throughout most of the story. "Chanelle. Maybe you are over-reacting. You have B.O.B's yourself. I don't see what the issue is."
"The issue is, when I looked at it, it seemed like he planned this out. It felt like he already knew we were going to have sex. Granted I didn't want to but the way he looks and those eyes..." I drift off in thought. He is well endowed and the thought of him sliding it in made my muscles stiffen.
"HELLO?! Earth to Chanelle?" Sam waves her hands in my face and I'm broken out of my reverie and my face turns red. "You were thinking about the other night weren't you? He must it laid it down pretty damn good." She laughs and I through a crumpled napkin at her. Suddenly, there was knock on our door. Sam went to answer it as I cleaned up.
"Oh hey Gideon!" Sam says. I stiffen and I dropped my used wine glass on the floor. The shattering of the glass woke me up and I was deeply embarrassed.
"FUCK!" I yelled. Sam and Gideon ran back into the kitchen to see what happened. I dropped to my knees and pick up the shattered glass.
"Shit Chanelle are you ok?" Sam asked.
"Yeah! I was clumsy. I'm sorry I broke your glass. I can get another one tomorrow." I say as I continue to pick up the glass. "OW! OH FUCK!" I yelled. A stray piece of glass was in my hand. I pulled it out and ran it under water.
"Doesn't look like you need stitches. Gideon, can you grab that old t-shirt sitting on top of the sofa and rip a piece of it off?" Sam asked. This has got to be the day from hell. I want to just curl up and go to sleep and hope that tomorrow is way better than today. Gideon comes back with the piece of t-shirt and wraps my hand tight.
"Are you ok Chanelle?" He asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I don't think I should go anywhere tonight." I ran into my room and he followed.
"Chanelle. Talk to me. Please?" He pleaded as he shut the door. I fell on the bed and sighed heavily.
"Gideon! I just meet you, we had amazing first date sex but I can't get over the fact that I feel like you planned that night out. I have only been around you two days and already I feel railroaded by your presence. I am having conflicting feelings about you and...and...Oh fuck it!" I pull him down on me and I cover his lips with mine. He flips me on my side and we kiss passionately. My hands are going through his sleek, black hair. We stop and look at each other. "Gideon, I think I am falling for you and I never fall for anyone." I belt out before thinking. His eyes go wide and rolls onto his back.
"Funny, I was saying the same thing but I can't have you. I am way too fucked up for you. You have this innocence about you that I feel like it will be tarnished because of me." He throws an arm over his eyes. I curl into him and he looks at me. Even though I am still mad at him, for once I feel content.
"Gideon. No matter how fucked up you are, you asked for a chance and I am giving it to you but at the same time, you need to give me a chance as well. If it doesn't work then we will deal with that when we cross that bridge." I say as I close my eyes. He kisses my forehead and falls asleep with me. I think afternoon naps with him may be the best things ever.