I walk to the living room where I see him sitting on his white Sofa, looking through a folder.

I sit to his right on the same Sofa looking at him, waiting for him to look up at me.

He's wearing a sweat pants and a regular Marina.

He looks at me.

His face looks cooler than earlier and there's this freshness about him. He smells really nice too.

I also saw some perfumes with various fragrances on the dresser and used 2 of them.

I see his eyes shift to my breasts, then the rest of me.

He looks back at my face.

"You wanted to talk" He's not going to ask why I'm dressed like this?

I want to ask him if he recently had the room painted, but I need to get something out of the way first.

"Who's clothes are in the closet?" Was there a woman here before?

Yes I am curious.

"There are yours" What? I don't get it.

"Can you be more specific? I'm certain I've never been here before"

He sigh.

"Everything in the closet were bought specifically for you" Then if they were bought specifically for me that means...

"You planned this?"

He rub his hand over his hair. I notice that it's a little wet too. How would he just know my size? was he the one who purchased them himself?

"I wasn't sure you'd agree to come, but I had someone purchase them beforehand"

I am so surprised right now. Who is this man sitting here right now?

So I guess he set up that entire room for me then. He also got the room painted and that's why I can still smell the fresh paint.

One of the crazy thing about this is that Blue is my favorite color. I think that might be in the files he has for me or he could even overheard it in a previous conversation.

I look away from him. It's also clear that he might have been talking about me based on what Miss Leona said.

He would go to this extent to make me comfortable?

I feel a funny feeling in my belly.

I remember the things he said in his mind. It's seems he cares about me, and he keeps doing and saying things that's making me believe him.

"I'm here for us to talk but you're awfully quiet" I look at him.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" He looks a little confuse.

"You did not feel any pain after you fell hard. Can you tell me why?"

"I want to ask you if you have any idea who could be after you? Can you just not make this about me?"

"Do you really expect me to be around you and not know something about you? You know what you need to about me, so I deserve to know something about you that's not fair to me" I tell him seriously.

He gets quiet.

He sighs.

Is it really a pressure for him to answer my questions?

"I did feel pain, but it doesn't stay. I just...don't feel pain for long"

That's similar to mine.

It's obvious he gets uncomfortable when it comes to talking about him.

"You know so much about me, but you find it so hard to tell me things about you. It's not like I'm going to tell anyone"

He keeps looking at me.

His silence is becoming unbearable. I look away after feeling fully uneasy. It's like he's piercing through my soul and his expression is just so simple.

That's the thing with him, just his stare and the sound of his voice can evoke fear in anyone. I don't feel fear. I'm just uncomfortable, and the more he stays silent is the more curious I get.

I look back at him.

"Why are you so reserved?"

"I just don't want to talk about certain things. At least not yet" Looking into his eyes makes me want to give him a break and stop pressuring him, but just for now.

"I guess we started off the wrong way" I agree to that.

I nod.

Now I remember the women he had sex with in his office. That just reminds me that he's not the man I picture myself with and I shouldn't develop feelings for him.

"Do you always have Bodyguards?"

"No"

I think I need some water. I look around.

"Can you please give me minute? I need to drink some water" I quickly get up moving towards the kitchen.

It's not hard to know where it is. I can basically see the inside from where I was sitting. The size of it is great, but all I want now is to wet my dry throat.

I take up a drinking glass, walk over to the sink and rinse it before pouring some water in it.

I'm drinking a full glass.

This means he hired those bodyguards for me. Why Lucifer?

It's just hard to believe that he's just genuinely trying to help me.

I remove the glass from my head. I take some soap, wash it and place it in the dish drainer.

I walk back to the sofa and sit.

He looks as if he observing my face. It looks like he want to ask me if I'm alright, but waiting for me to say something.

You are going to learn to say the things on your mind. I will not explain this to you.

"Why did you stop working for Mahesh?"

I can feel my expression change.

I keep looking at him straight in the eye.

"I am going to answer you, but I need you to not ask me anything else about him" What he did is still a little traumatizing for me.

He nods.

"He called me to his office as if it was work related. All he wanted was to have sex with me..." Lucifer frown.

"I refused so he tried to rape me. It's now I'm realising how I got away from his locked door that day" I shut my eyes holding back tears.

I manage to push the tears back.

I really don't care if he notice I was about to cry. Right now I am just thankful Mahesh didn't succeed.

I don't even want to look at him. Yes I manage to push the tears back, but I feel a bit of anger.

I shut my hands trying to suppress it.

"Are you feeling angry?"

"Of course!"

To my surprise the folder on his lap is now all over a section of the floor and the sofa.

I look at my hands and my palms are open.

Some papers are still falling to the floor.

Oh no.

He look at the papers on the ground, then he looks at me.

"I'm sorry" I get up and begin to take the papers up.

I see his hand wraps around my wrist.

He stand.

"You don't need to apologize. Leave them" He's standing right in front of me looking into my eyes. I look down on his hand on mine. I feel an unusual sensation running through my body, so I gently pull my hand away from his.

"I have work in the morning" I tell him. I just remember about not having panties or bras.

"I will need to pick some things up at my house in the morning"

Right now I'm looking away from his eyes. I don't want to see the expression on his face.

"Ok but you should have everything you need here" I step away from him and sit where I was before. I don't want him to touch me again.

I see at the corner of my eyes Miss Leona moving towards us. I look at her.

She just starts taking up the papers. Where was she?

Was she listening to our conversation?

"Miss George you wasn't in your room when I went back there. I forgot to give you some things. Your room door wasn't closed so I left it on the bed. I hope you don't mind"

"Of course not" I wanted to ask her what that would be, but I just need her to leave. It's obvious she was listening. How would she know to just step out and come take the papers up?

"Thank you" Lucifer says and collect the folder with the papers from her.

"I'll be going to my bed now" With that she walks off.

"I do not have any underwear or Bra here. I need to get some from home" He looks at me from my legs up, then my breast. You just had to didn't you?

I stand.

I should have just put on the same Bra just to come down here so my nipples wouldn't have to be showing, then take it off afterwards, but it didn't came to mind at the time.

"Those should've been included"

"I will see you in the morning" With that I walk off.

I think I can feel him watching me walking away. I think I'm beginning to develop feelings for him. Spending more time with him isn't going to make this easy.