Wilde Velvet by Deila Longford Page A

fingers through his hair as he replies.
    “Yeah, what ya got?”
    “Coffee,” he scowls at me.
    “Do you have something a little stronger?” I shake my head.
    “No, its water or coffee, take it or leave it.” he doesn’t look happy.
    “Then I guess it’s gotta be coffee.” I nod at him and then I make my way into the kitchen. I quickly make some coffee. Making sure I remember how Tyler did it, so that I don’t embarrass myself in front of Mr Gucci. Once the coffee is brewed, I pour it into two cups and then I join him back in the living room. He takes the coffee out of my hand and he begins to sip it slowly. I sit back down next to him and I have to hold back my nervous giggles as he stares at me. I sip my drink and then I meet his stare. His eyes are dark and intense. I wonder what he’s thinking. I would love to see into his mind. Love to read his thoughts and see into his inner soul. I would like to know how he feels about me –if he feels anything at all for me. “Have you eaten today?” I have to think about it. When was the last time you ate Ashley?
    “Not since this morning.” he shakes his head at me.
    “I asked you to eat more healthily not to starve yourself.”
    “I’m not starving myself. I just feel asleep and forgot to eat.”
    “Well are you hungry?”
    “Not really.” I confess. He places his cup down onto the side table and he takes his BlackBerry out of his pocket. He searches his contacts and then he presses send when he finds the right one. He holds the phone to his ear –in a sexy manner no less. He presses his eyebrows together when someone answers him.
    “Hey it’s Jonathon, I need an order.” he says casually. “Yeah I’ll have my usual times two. Oh and throw in a bottle of Merlot.” he listens intently as I sit motionless. “I need you to deliver it to the studio penthouses. You know where that is, right?” he nods his head as the squeaky voice talks to him. “Thanks,” he says and then he hangs up the phone. He slides it back into the pocket of his jeans and then he fills me in. “Food’s on its way.” I smile at him, trying to hold back my annoyance. He didn’t have to order food for us. I could have easily of ordered a pizza if was hungry. I am not a child and I do know how to feed myself. He makes me really angry with his over the top behaviour. I would love to slap the control freak out of him.
    Dinner arrives and we have started to eat. Jonathon ordered us Italian food consisting of, chicken and tomato pasta with peperoni and pancetta. It’s really nice and the wine compliments the food wonderfully –at least I think it does. I am not much of a wine expert, but I do know what tastes nice and the combination of the food and wine, certainly tastes good. We are eating at the dining table and I can’t believe that this is the third time that I have sat down and had a meal with Mr Gucci. And what surprises me the most is that, it doesn’t feel awkward. When we are eating, I feel comfortable around him. It’s easy and effortless. We don’t say much, but we don’t need to. We somehow know what each other is thinking and that means we don’t have to fill the air with unnecessary words. We are free to just eat in peace.
    “The food is wonderful, thanks.” I gush. Jonathon meets my stare.
    “You’re very welcome.” I smile at him. He smiles back. We eat again in silence until he breaks it by surprising me –again. “Eres hermosa!”
    “You speak Spanish?” I ask as I place my fork down onto the plate. He laughs at me as if were asking a stupid question.
    “I am Spanish, well half.” I smile and then my mind rushes, what did he just say?
    “What you said… what did it mean?” he laughs at me.
    “Never you mind.” I scowl at him and he laughs again. I wish that he would stop doing that. It’s not only annoying, but when he laughs , I find him irresistible. He has a line that forms in his cheek when he laughs and the sight of it makes me go