Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 94

Ashley‘s pov

I smoothed down the pencil skirt, looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. The button down shirt was neatly tucked inside the skirt and the red lipstick I wore was bold. I sighed, I had thankfully finished the editing late last night and woke up early this morning to print out the manuscript I was drowsy, half asleep as I waited for the papers. When it was done I neatly stacked them together, hopefully in the right order and placed them carefully in the folder. I would certainly be yelled at if there was one wrinkle or tear. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“You got this, just walk in the building, place the manuscript on his desk and walk out. And don‘t argue with him no matter how bad he irritates you” I pep talk myself as I swept my fingers through my hair.

I had decided to let it down, loved how it curtained around me like a shield. It was how I felt safe from Mr. Smith‘s words whenever he was upset.

Usually he would rather I email him the finished edited manuscript but somehow he wanted them printed out and on his desk This could only mean one thing, he was waiting for me so he could no doubt argue about nonsense in my presence. “Don‘t strangle him when he opens his mouth to speak” I breathed out a sigh, looked at myself one last time in the mirror and walked over to my desk

I carefully put the folder in my black leather bag and zipped it up. “And remember to not throw the folder at his face if he so happens to call you a bitch again.” I nodded at myself. Was I slowly losing my mind? Perhaps.

My fingers curl around the straps of the bag and I bring it to my side. I huffed and started for the door. It was early, around seven but I was supposed to apparently have the manuscript on Mr. Smith‘s desk by eight : My heels Clacked against the wood beneath them and I prayed I didn‘t wake up Blake. Even though I was still a bit mad at him.

But when I treaded down the stairs, I was suddenly hit with the unmaskable aroma of coffee. I breathed it in, I needed this after a long night and the early wee hours of the morning.

I walked towards the kitchen and I‘m surprised to see Blake there. He was circling a small spoon in a coffee mug and when he saw me enter his lips split into a radiant smile. “Morning.” He breathes out and scans his blue eyes over my figure. Feeling a bit flustered I lift a finger to tug some hair behind my ears. “Morning.” I murmured walking more into the kitchen. My brows furrowed as I stared at him. “You‘re up this early?” He licks his lower lip and moves his eyes off my legs. He peered at me with a glint of embarrassment in his eyes at being caught staring at my legs longer than necessary. “Yeah I knew you were up the entire night and decided to wake up early to make you some

coffee.” His cheeks stained red. I wanted to awe. Before,Blake would be caught dead blushing but now it seerns that he couldn‘t stop.

My heart warms and butterflies create havoc in my belly. He definitely still knew how to play his cards right to get me less mad at him.

I give him a shy smile, gripping the bag straps with more force than necessary. It took everything in me to not run to him and kiss the living daylights out of him.

“You really didn‘t have to Blake.” I said softly walking over to the kitchen island,

I placed the bag on the counter and grin when Blake pushes the mug filled with coffee towards me. He‘s careful to not have it spilling over the counter so he does it slowly until I am able to reach it.

I stared at him over the counter and he sends me a wink. “It‘s the least I could do for disturbing you yesterday.”

I smile softly and reach over for the mug. Carefully I bring it towards my lips. I almost moaned as the bitter yet sweet taste hit my tastebuds. I needed this badly.

“About yesterday.” Blake starts. I look over at him. His eyes were glued to the island, and his fingers were busy scratching the back of his head. He was nervous.

I slowly place the mug down and gave him my full attention. Somehow I knew what he was talking about. “What about yesterday?” I asked. Really Ashley, playing the clueless card?

He tears his eyes away from the countertop and focuses on me. I try to act nonchalant. “I‘m sorry about yesterday. You were clearly upset and I made it worse by inviting Christal for dinner. I feel like an asshole because you‘ve been nice to me and all I ever do is disappoint you.

Embarrassed about how I acted yesterday, I sent him an awkward smile. “Honestly I had forgotten about it.” I didn‘t but if it would ease his mind so be it.

“I was wrong for acting the way I did too. Just next time you want to invite people over for dinner, consult with me first. And you‘ve never disappointed me.” I spoke truthfully.

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Good because honestly you being mad at me did not feel good at all. I couldn‘t sleep lastnight knowing you were upset with me.” He scratches the back of his head and looks away from me.

“I‘m sorry I didn‘t know.”

“It‘s fine, I deserved it.” He cuts me off and sends me a cheeky smile. “Now enough of this depressing conversation. Mind telling where you‘re heading dressed like a sexy secretary?”

My eyes widen and a blushed stained my cheeks. He leans forward, his elbows now on the counter and his eyes flickered with amusement.

“You know I thought you couldn‘t blush anymore redder but I‘m proven wrong. I’d like to see where else that blush goes.” His gaze dips to my lips. The way his voice and eyes spoke his suggestion let me

know exactly what he meant. My cheeks heated up and I stuttered.

He clearly sees my struggle to form words and he doesn‘t hold in his amusement. He full blown laughs. “Shut up.” I said softly. When he‘s done with his laughing fit, I answered his previous question.

“I‘m going to drop off the manuscript I‘ve been working on for my boss.” My eyes lift to the clock and my eyes widen. “Which I‘m supposed to drop off soon, so I‘ll be on my way.” I rushed out, grabbed my bag and began to walk out of the kitchen. It was already seven thirty and it took about twenty minutes to get there. “Wait but you haven‘t finished your coffee yet.” He calls behind me. “It‘s fine.” I yelled over my shoulder. “But didn‘t you want anything to eat? You can‘t go to work with an empty stomach.” He shouts.

“I‘ll buy something on the way, don’t worry. In the meantime please stay away from the kitchen!” I shouted and walked out of the front door, my lips stretched into a beaming smile.

“No promises and please drive safely!” His loud tone could no doubt be heard three miles away. I giggle. I was the one supposed to make him fall in love with me again but I think I‘m the one falling more deeply in love with him.;