Chapter 8 Please Me

• Eva
• As I stood there, I felt a jolt of surprise as Lorenzo's arm reached behind me. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I sensed his movement, his arm brushing against my back. My eyes snapped shut, my mind racing with uncertainty. What was he doing? Why was his arm behind me?
• I held my breath, my heart skipping a beat as I waited for...something. Anything. But there was only silence, except for the sound of my own ragged breathing. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I wondered what he was still doing and what was happening.
• And then, I heard the faint sound of a bottle being moved, followed by the soft clink of glass on marble. My eyes flew open to find Lorenzo holding the olive oil, the stern look on his face still noticeable. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized I had misinterpreted his actions entirely.
• I scratched the back of my head, feeling nervous and embarrassed. "I thought...never mind," I muttered, looking away.
• Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement on his face. "I didn't ask you anything, you can go back to the couch. I'm almost done."
• I nodded quietly and made my way back to the couch, my face still burning with embarrassment. Some minutes later, Lorenzo called out to me. "Eva, come join me at the table."
• I got up and made my way to the dining area, where Lorenzo had set out a delicious-looking meal. My eyes widened as I took in the spread - roasted vegetables, grilled chicken, and a cup of bottled water. I sat down, and Lorenzo told me to enjoy.
• As I took my first bite, my eyes went wide with delight. "Mm, this is so nice!" I exclaimed, my taste buds singing. Lorenzo smiled, looking pleased with himself.
• I couldn't help but compare his cooking to my ex-husband's lack thereof. "Wow, you're such a good cook," I said, looking at Lorenzo in amazement. "I can't remember the last time I ate something this good. My ex-husband couldn't even cook like this. He never cooked, period."
• Lorenzo chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad you're enjoying it," he said, his voice warm and friendly.
• I pointed at Lorenzo's face, my eyes wide with wonder. "Wow, I've never seen you smile before!" I exclaimed, my voice full of excitement.
• But Lorenzo's expression immediately turned cold and serious, his smile vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. "Don't say anything, just eat," he said curtly, his voice dripping with dismissal.
• I felt a pang of disappointment, but I nodded quietly and continued eating. The only sounds in the room were the clicking of silverware on plates, the slurping of water, and my own loud chewing and swallowing. I couldn't help it; I was just so hungry! I could also notice Lorenzo's gaze of irritation boring into my face.
• When we finished eating, I opted to wash the plates, a smile on my face. Lorenzo's expression remained stern, his eyes avoiding mine.
• "Do whatever you want, but don't touch any of my things," he said gruffly, his gaze drifting away.
• I nodded, feeling a shiver run down my spine at his cold tone.
• "You can sleep on the couch," he continued, his voice firm. "I want you out of my apartment by the next morning. I don't want to see your face."
• I felt a sting from his harsh words, but I said nothing, simply focusing on washing the plates as quietly as possible. As I scrubbed and rinsed, I heard the sound of footsteps leading up to Lorenzo's bedroom, followed by the distant hum of a shower. It was clear that he was washing away the evening, and me with it.
• When I was done with the chore, I lay down on the couch, but my mind was racing. I couldn't sleep, no matter how hard I tried. I tossed and turned, my thoughts consumed by my sister's predicament. I wondered how I could support her now that Lorenzo had refused to give me the job. I didn't know how more I was going to beg or please him to give me one more chance.
• Just as I was starting to drift off into a worried haze, I heard footsteps on the staircase. My heart skipped a beat as I realized Lorenzo was coming down. I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
• But Lorenzo's voice was right next to me, the coldness of his body on my skin. "Are you asleep?" he asked, his tone low and husky.
• I kept my eyes shut, trying to fake sleep, but Lorenzo wasn't buying it. He scoffed softly and said, "I know you aren't sleeping. Open your eyes already."
• Slowly, I opened my eyes to find Lorenzo standing over me, his gaze piercing in the dim light. I swallowed hard as I sat down, my hands tightly gripping the sides of the couch as I scrolled my gaze to him.
• Lorenzo stood over me, his chiseled body glistening with droplets of water, his muscular physique on full display. A towel was wrapped around his waist, but it did little to hide his impressive abs. His hair was a mess of curly, wet locks, framing his face in a way that made my heart skip a beat.
• I couldn't tear my eyes away from his face, but when our gazes met, I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. I quickly looked down, my eyes drifting to the towel wrapped around his waist. My mouth went dry as I took in the sight of him, my mind racing with thoughts I shouldn't be having.
• Lorenzo's voice broke the spell, his deep tone sending shivers down my spine. "Do you want the job?" he asked, his eyes never leaving mine.
• I looked up, my heart racing with excitement. "Yes, yes, please!" I exclaimed, my words tumbling out in a rush. "I want that job, I needed it, please forgive what I did then and forget what I said back then at the office, I'll do anything and everything you want me to do, I won't mind, I'll be your exclusive nurse..."
• Lorenzo's eyes seemed to bore into my soul as he bent over me, his face inches from mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
• "If you please me right tonight," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "you'll get the job. The score is over a hundred. Anything below a one, and you're out - it's over."