19-It sucks

«You are too good, bitch.» - she reproaches me, while I still feel uncomfortable for the presence of the man

by my side.

"So? Have you already gone out together? »- she asks, avoiding the economic aspect.

"Yup! He took me to a restaurant ... »- I begin to say enthusiastically, but then I remember James and reduce the

tone of my voice:

«... and on Monday I'll see him again. I just hope he doesn't notice that I work for him. »- I continue, in a faint worried voice.

«Sooner or later he will find out.» - she observes calmly.

"Better later than before." - I snort, trying to reassure myself.

«I'll call you on Monday.» - she greets me with a more cheerful voice.

"Of course, mole." - I end the call, without giving her time to say more, while I look at

James.

He looks at me frowning, so I feel compelled to explain to him, in order not to appear a mad woman:

"She is a friend of mine." - I say in a low voice, and then clear my throat and return watching in front of me embarrassed.

"I thought it was the zoo." -he replies with a serious tone, so I hide a smile following his words and then put myself back to watch

the sea.

«It's the most beautiful I've ever seen.» - I say with a low and intense tone.

I have traveled extensively in Europe and Australia, and have never stopped visiting the seas from various nations, but

this ocean seems magical: so deep, so blue ...

It makes me feel romantic.

«It sucks.» - his answer strikes me: he says it with such anger that it sounds like an insult.

There is something else behind his hatred, which I do not understand, so I prefer to remain silent and not

respond to his unusual comment.

I avoid looking at him, but my mind returns to his expression and I can't help but asking myself and trying to understand him better.

There is something different in James that intrigues me, regardless of all the vices that characterize him, but

I don't know whether to worry about it.

The rest of the journey passes in silence, while I think several times of something to say to make sure to make his pits appear in his cheeks again, which he definitely uses to pick up.

But at the same time any intent to start a civil discourse seems trivial to me, as long as I realize that we have almost arrived at our destination and, without even noticing it, I spit:

«I love banana! Your favorite fruit? »- among all the ways to break the silence, talking about my preferences is not the best choice, but if I had left him with that grimace I would have felt guilty about the rest

of the evening.

«I prefer vagina.» - he licks his lips, while lifting a corner of his mouth up.

The smile dies on my lips and I open my eyes wide, complaining after a second:

«But it's not a fruit.» - I correct him in a faint voice, very perplexed and annoyed by his arrogance.

At my words he frowns and gives me a long confused look to analyze my expression, then park at the same place where we started and turn completely in my direction, squinting:

"Yours was not a double meaning." -he analyzes out loud, watching me seriously, while I open my mouth, replying as soon as he finishes talking with anger:

"You're a pervert!" - I mentally spank myself for thinking I could speak civilly with him, then

I get out of the car and slam the door behind me, imagining him swearing in a low voice for having

treated his car badly, but he says nothing and imitates me, going out and leaning with his arms crossed on the

hood.

He looks amused as he adjusts his sunglasses, but in response I glare at him and start walking at a soft pace towards the villa.

"Did you forget something?" - he interrupts me, while I frown and turn towards him.

He has a wry smile on his face and finally the two pits appear at the sides of his damn red mouth, although I didn't want them to appear this way.

I look at him and urge him to understand what I have forgotten, while he rolls his eyes, and opens the luggage to extract the

shopping bags.

"I hadn't forgotten, I would have come to get them later." - I invent the first and not at all credible excuse

that comes to mind with the same frown as he passes me with all the weight in one hand.

"Sure." - he says between his teeth, while I lose myself to see his muscles contracted under the beach shirt.

I shake my head and force myself to return to reality, realizing what a loser I am

doing at this exact moment:

"I'll help you." - I say in a detached tone, bringing a hand close to his to lift with him.

He does not object, even if my discomfort is evident, as our hands touch, while he seems

completely at ease.

My intention was to help him, but in the end it is him who holds the envelopes and I do nothing but squeeze the

fingers beside his uselessly, glancing at him to study him, even if it seems impossible..

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