Chapter 4 My first kiss

Jessica Summers

Next morning after brushing my teeth and washing my face I made my way out to the living room. I couldn't see Dean anywhere, I think he's gone to work like he said last night.

I went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water and saw a short lady there. She was wiping the kitchen counter; though I didn't find any dirt on it.

The lady looked at me and smiled. "Hello Ms. Summers, it's lovely to meet you. I'm Rebecca, Dean's maid." she looked like she was in her early fifties. Her short hair were combed neatly and left over her shoulder. Those soft brown eyes were filled with love and affection.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you too. And please just call me Jessica. I'll be more comfortable." I smiled at her.

"Okay, Jessica." she grinned. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Thank you for asking, but I'm used to cooking for myself. I can just make something for me and as well as you. What would you like to have?" I smiled at her walking to the stove to prepare whatever she'd like to have.

I heard her laugh behind me which made me turn around.

"You are such a lovely girl, Jessica. But it is my work. I've been instructed to take care of you and all your needs." she replied. "So what do I make for breakfast?"

Take care of me and my needs? I looked at her in confusion.

"Dean has asked me to look after you." she cleared my confusion.

"Oh, Um... Where is he?" I asked even though I knew that he has gone for work.

"He already left to his office. Everyday he is off to work at 8:00 AM and usually returns home late night." Rebecca informed.

"Oh okay. So can I get a cup of coffee and scrambled eggs?" I asked.

"Of course my dear, it will be ready in five minutes." she got to the work. I thanked her and drank the water.

"How long have you been working here?" I asked as she put the egg mixture on a skillet pan. Walking over to the coffee machine, she pressed the button for the coffee to brew after putting some amount of coffee beans.

She glanced in my direction and smiled. "Three years. Dean is a nice person, sweet at heart but very stubborn. That boy works tirelessly at office and never listens to anyone." she laughed which made me smile. She didn't just give me the impression of a maid but also a mother figure to him.

"And here is your scrambled eggs and coffee. Anything else?" she asked.

"No, thank you very much." I started eating my breakfast.

"Oh and there are some new pair of clothes in the guest room. Dean's PA dropped them in the morning." she informed and got back to her cleaning work.

I had totally forgotten about clothes. I quickly finished my breakfast and thanked Rebecca once again before going to the room to check out the clothes.

I saw two bags on the sofa which was situated to my left. I took the bags and sat on the bed. There was a small note in one of the bags, I opened it to read.

Thought you would need these. Hope you like them.

-Dean

I smiled and took out the box from the first bag.

It was a simple knee length dress. I immediately loved it. The upper part was white with white floral netted sleeves which ended up at elbow. A black belt separated the lower part which was dark blue. The dress was tight till the belt and frilled down. The dress was pretty.

Excitedly, I checked the next box from the other bag. There was a light skinny jeans and a short grey shirt. It was simple but elegant.

I checked if anything else was left in the bag and soon turned bright red. There were two pairs of black under garments.

Does he even know my size? I thought. I checked the label and oh boy, it was my size. I was damn careful yesterday night when I wore his shirt. I had made sure that my hair had covered up my whole chest. How did he know my bra size? God, I hope it won't be awkward when he comes home.

Stepping in the bathroom I looked at myself in the huge mirror above the sink. I was still in his shirt. A small smile crept its way on my face.

His shirt smelled like him, the smell of the scent was divine making it seem expensive. He was that type of man a girl would want in her life. I didn't know much about him-hell, I didn't know anything about him besides his name. I didn't know what he did for living but one thing was, where ever he worked or whatever he did, he got paid handsomely. How much must be his earning? He freaking lives in this big apartment. May be if I asked him about any job for me, he might help me.

I sighed running a hand through my hair. I put up my hair into high messy bun and stripped down. A dull pain pervaded my chest as my eyes fell on the bruises and scars which were still fresh on my body.

A shiver ran down my body when I remembered those worse days. Tears formed in my eyes but I wiped them away. I couldn't sit crying everyday thinking about it. I needed to forget it and start a fresh life. That's the reason I came here.

My dad always said, 'If you strong you can tackle any situation in your life. And you won't know how strong you're until being strong will be the only choice you'll be left with. Always remember to be strong.' It was true, what he said. I now had only one choice left and that was to stay strong and be brave.

I didn't feel like taking a shower so decided to take bath. I washed my body with the body wash.

Later, I wore the undergarment but was still in confusion about how he found out my size. May be he just guessed it. Yeah, he guessed it. I convinced myself and walked out of the bathroom.

I decided to wear the knee length dress. It fit me at all my curves and my chest perfectly and ended just above my knees.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I got my brown hair from mom and my hazel eyes from dad. Everyone back at home told that I looked like my mom. I sighed thinking about my life with my parents, those were the best days.

After brushing my hair and left them cascade down, I went out to the living room.

Rebecca was cleaning the living room. She looked at me when I made my way to her.

"You look beautiful, Jessica." she complimented as she looked me up and down smiling.

"Thank you," I returned her a small smile and sat on the couch. "Do you come to work here everyday?"

"No, not everyday. I come twice a week to clean the house, and whenever Dean wants me to cook for him."

"Oh, Um, Do you know any job here where I can work. You know, like some good restaurant, supermarket or something?"

"Why Dear? I'm pretty sure you can get job at any good company."

"Actually, I lost all my necessary documents so it's hard to get any job." I said sadly.

"Oh, Dean told me about it. It's fine dear don't worry I'm sure Dean will help you." she said, her eyes showed care.

I nodded my head, "Okay, I'll ask him once he comes back." I replied and turned on the TV.

An hour or two passed by, I didn't find anything good so I turned it off and went to search Rebecca. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

"Can I help you in cooking?" I asked her when she saw me entering the kitchen.

She was about to say something but I cut her off. "Please don't say no, I'm bored of watching TV and I don't know what else to do."

She sighed. "Fine, just chop the vegetables. I'm preparing fried rice with meat balls. You want me to prepare anything else?" she asked.

"No, that's totally fine." I smiled and started chopping the vegetables.

Cooking with Rebecca was fun and interesting. She asked me how I ended up in New York and about my parents.

I told her that my parents died in an accident and that New York had always been my dream city to come and so I ended up here.

I got to know about daughter who was of my age and her three year old grandson. She also told me about her husband, who was a fire fighter and died saving a man from a burning building. She didn't seem sad but proud when she described how he saved the man and how he was all over the news for his bravery act which was twenty years ago.

After an hour or something, everything was ready. I was happy that I helped Rebecca in cooking. Soon, Rebecca left and I was alone. I saw the clock hanging in the living room, it was already 9 PM.

I spent my time changing the TV channels. Not finding anything interesting I thought of taking a tour of the house.

The apartment was duplex and huge. There were three bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen with dining hall downstairs. One of the bedrooms was Dean's room which I didn't go inside. Then there was the guest room; where I was currently staying. And the last one was his office, which I just glanced. Taking the stairs to upstairs, there was an open room which was turned into gym and another empty bedroom. There was another living room from where the dining room could be seen.

Coming back downstairs, there was this huge window in the living room which covered up the entire wall, the view of the skyscrapers through the window was enchanting. I stood there watching the tiny looking cars move and the beautiful city glow.

I didn't know how long I was standing near the window and watching the skyscrapers, I heard the front door open to which I instantly turned around to see who it was.

There came the tall, handsome, hot and tired Dean. He was wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up till his elbows and charcoal dress pants. His charcoal coat and tie were hanging from his left hand and a briefcase in his right. There was just one word for this man. Perfect.

He saw me standing near the window and eyed me up and down. He slowly walked to me while our eyes locked. His eyes were bright and mesmerizing though he was tired.

I could hear my heart beating fast with every step he took. My heart skipped a beat when he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You look beautiful." his warm breath tingled my ear as shiver ran down my spine and got my knees weak.

I'd never been this close to any guy before. Now that he was, I wanted him to be this close to me all the time. I liked it when he was near to me. It felt weird but good weird.

I could smell his strong yet mild cologne. It was musk mixed with wood smell, it was damn attractive. Everything about him was attractive.

"Thank you." I whispered back with a shy smile.

"Did you eat your dinner?" he asked taking a step back without looking away from me.

"No. I thought we'll have together?" it sounded more like question.

At my reply he looked away and cleared his throat. "Okay, I'll freshen up and be back, give me five." he walked to his bedroom.

I stood there for couple more seconds. When I'd composed myself I headed to kitchen and heated up all the food and set it on the table.

Dean came back wearing a pair of black shorts. Again shirtless.

"Why can't he wear a shirt?" I muttered under my breath so low that it was audible only to me.

Or so I thought.

"I told you before, this is how I like to be." he said.

I gasped.

"I heard you." He chuckled with a shrug.

I wanted to face palm myself but resisted.

"It'd be nice if you wore a shirt." I suggested. "At least around me, " I added quickly.

His lips lifted up in a smirk, "No can do." with that he sat down on the chair leaving no room for any further conversation.

Really? I thought to myself frustrated but shook my head. He doesn't listen to anybody like Rebecca said.

"So, what did Rebecca prepare today?" he asked rubbing his palms together and looking at the dishes kept on the table.

"Fried rice with meatballs." I answered. "I helped her."

"Well, you didn't have to. She cooks for me almost every day." he said.

"I know but I was bored and had nothing to do. So I thought I'd help her." I looked down to my lap.

"Okay, so lets taste the food then." He said and sat on the chair.

I served the food for both of us and sat across him. The room was completely silent except for the sound of the spoon and fork when came in contact with the plate. Neither of us knew what to speak with each other. But Dean came up with something.

"How was your day?" he asked in the middle of the dinner.

"It wasn't bad. I spent most of my time with Rebecca. She is amazing." I smiled. Rebecca is really an amazing person. "We spoke a lot."

"Yeah, she is great." He agreed.

"And I took myself the liberty of looking around your home, it's pretty nice. I hope you don't mind. And no, I didn't go into your room nor your office, well I only peeked inside your office." I answered before he could question me.

"It's fine," he chuckled again huskily.

"What about your day? How was it?"

"Tiring. Had lot of work, as usual." he replied finishing his food and got up with his plate.

I finished eating and went to kitchen. Dean kept his plate in the sink and walked out without saying anything. I washed both our dishes and put them in dishwasher.

When I returned to the living room he was no where, may be he went to his room.

I sat on the couch and thought of different ways to thank him for the clothes. After what felt like hours but in real after few minutes I encouraged myself to go to his room and thank him.

I stopped in front of his door, debating whether I should knock or not. My heartbeats fastened.

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and knocked the door but I didn't feel the hard wood nor did I hear the knock instead I felt a warm surface. I slowly opened my eyes and gasped loudly.

He was standing right in front of me with his brow raised.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I juss-just wante-"

He cut me off by placing his lips on mine. For a second I didn't even realize that he was kissing me. My eyes grew wide but without my realization my eyes shut and I started kissing him back.

He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. My hands came to rest on his chest feeling his hard, warm skin.

His soft and warm lips massaged mine. Even though I lacked in kissing experience, I guess his lips did some magic or something because I didn't even know how to kiss, and here I was kissing him. I felt my stomach hollow.

His lips moved slowly on mine and I did the same thing making our lips move in perfect sync. His kiss held something. Something like he'd been waiting to kiss me? I didn't know but his kiss was filled with hunger and passion. Few more seconds later we broke the kiss in need of air. I was breathing heavily and my heart was beating fast. I looked up at him, he had a smirk plastered on his face.

"You wanted to say something?" he asked huskily.

"Uh... Um... I, I wanted to thank you for the clothes. Thank you." without waiting for his reply I almost ran to my room.

Oh. My. God. What was that? Did I just lose my first kiss to this handsome, hot man? Thinking about the kiss my tummy did some somersaults.

Was this how it felt when you kissed a hot guy?

All of this was so new to me. It'd hardly been a day since I come here and I'd already lost my first kiss. I didn't know what more is on the way.

I went to the bed and drifted off to sleep with that passionate kiss replaying in my mind.