Page 16 of Falling for My Best Friend's Brother Next Door

When we had walked quite a distance from the car, he decided to strike up a conversation.

“When did you become so interested in paintings?”

“Well,” I rubbed my arms. Interestingly, he took off his blazer and told me to wear it.

“You know how cold nights are these days.” He added.

“Thank you.” When I wore it, I was tempted to sniff his cologne.

“Yeah. So I was asking when you became an art connoisseur.”

“Ah, since I wanted to attend an art school but couldn’t, I decided to indulge in whatever art I see. I don’t have a collection yet, but I have been at it for about six years. Allison knows about it.” I playfully added the final sentence.

“Cool. I think it’s a nice thing. Dedicated people like you are not only needed in a particular sphere. Thankfully, you are with the company.” He smiled.

“Thank you,” I reciprocated.

“So, have you ever drawn or painted anything?” He inquired.

“Yes,” I bit my lips. “ It was a representation of the fragments of my imagination then.”

“Great! I’d like to have a look at it.”

“No.”

“Why?” He made a face.

“It’s not actually presentable. I know you don’t want to see it.”

“Of course, I do want to see it,” he suddenly stopped walking. I almost missed my steps.

“But-”

“It’s Sunday tomorrow. After the preacher’s sermon, I’ll have a look at it.” He said in a low, commanding voice.

“After the preacher’s sermon,” I repeated, defeated.

“Yes. We can have coffee at your place.” He added, unusually carefree.

Was that another date? Did it count? Was it appropriate?

At that moment, I began to feel like an outlaw who was breaching some kind of law.

I knew I shouldn’t be having romantic feelings towards my boss, who was also my best friend’s brother, yet I was. I knew we were overstepping the usual office or professional, communicative acts, yet I was comfortable with it.

However, suddenly, I remembered he had a charity event out of town the next day.

“Oh, I almost forgot about that. Thank you for reminding me.”

“Yeah,” I was, at least, pleased he would not see the work of art I badly didn’t want him to see.

It would betray my feelings for him, and I didn’t know how to handle the situation.

“So, I definitely will see it some other time.” He smiled.

“Sure, some other time sounds good.” I nodded in agreement despite secretly praying he would never get to see it.

I swallowed, gazing into his eyes as he picked a new topic. For a moment, I almost didn’t care whether I was acting ridiculous by staring into his eyes or not. I just wanted to drown in them.

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