"Okay, don't worry girl, I and Rick can manage for tonight. We'll tell everyone that you'll be staying at your master's tonight." Phoebe words relaxed me.

I'm not in the business of prostitution but it's being showed that I am. This is the only way that the two best people in my world could protect me from harm. The escort house has records of every girl and their customers for every day. My record shows that I'm a pleasure-ist to a night blindness person due to which I go to my customer in the morning rather than night.

"Thank you so much, Phoebe. I owe you a lot." I said telling her how lucky I am to have her.

"No need, honey. Remember there is no place for sorry and thanks in our friendship. But you should promise me that you won't be careless next time, okay?"

"Okay" I replied and nodded.

I know she is so worried for me. She is so caring for me and for everyone around her. She is the one who helped me to pursued my studies. She was trying to make me more responsible and more careful before she leave. Though, I felt so bad that she is leaving me, I know she deserves better.

"Are you there?" Her soft voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, yes, I am" I said. The island has good cool breeze which is helping me get relaxed which I need the most.

A change! Relaxation.

"But, I still didn't get why you went to that place when you should be getting your resignation sheet and coming here. Didn't you tell how he irritated you from past two days especially?" She queried but I didn't have answers to them myself.

Why would he reject to send my resignation?

Why would he want me to stay as his secretary?

"I don't know myself. He was all brooding and I-will-kill-you-if-you-utter-a-single-word sometimes and sometimes, he's like a little child who is a spoilt brat and wants attention. He literally threatened me push off from the chopper as I'm not his employee. Can you believe it. I almost had a cardiac arrest at his senseless actions." I sighed in frustration, pouring out my heartfelt to Phoebe.

Mr. Giant is playing with my senses!

"Sienna, dear, I think his actions weren't reflecting his intentions." She said in a thinking tone like she's trying to understand something.

Actions are not reflecting his intentions?

What does that mean?

"I didn't get you, Phoebe. What are you trying to tell?"

"I'm saying that he might not be that bad person. The world is not as bad as you think of Sienna. There would be tons of good people but the way people express their concern, kindness and care are different. 'I will kill you if you are out of my sight', doesn't always mean that man hates you. It may also mean that he is so concerned of you and afraid that something bad may happen to you if you are away" I heard her sniffing her tears from the other end.

Was she reminiscing something? I slightly have an idea that she loves her master. Was she thinking of him?

She took a moment and then spoke, "May be Sienna, the things he did from the past two days must be a way of consoling you. I mean, he crossed his limits many times but still he was in his limits. I think he's trying to make you feel better as you were so sad from the day you came to know that I'll be going away. Being an arrogant devil, he just didn't know how to but tried foolish things to divert your mind. You tell me, why would he stay calm when you yelled at him and still tried to get you back as his secretary. Just try to get things sorted from his point of view and you'll have your answers." Phoebe's words are like a hurricane that washed the breathe out of me.

Was Mr. Giant being concerned for me?

Was he really doing things to make me feel better?

Was he?

My thoughts reeled back to the things that irritated me the most.

Two days ago, Mr. Giant made me prepare his coffee three hundred and sixty two times telling me that the coffee isn't to his taste and commanded me to put my mind in preparing his coffee rather than other useless things.

Was he trying to divert my mind from my sad self?

A day ago, Mr. Giant made me as his personal karaoke and made me sing many songs. Frankly speaking, my voice is a resemblance of screechy sound that is made when a vehicle stops at a sudden brake. When I asked why, as a professional assistant, should I sing for him, he said that he is bored with the right pitch, timbre, volume and melody of music and he needs some impurities in his system, which made me pull my hair in frustration.

Was that his way to cheer me up?

When he asked me to clean his almost abandoned two story library in office in four hours, when he asked me start writing his biography as he wishes to publish his greatness through my words, when he pressured me to think all the good deeds he did for co-living beings for the sake of biography, When he freaking made me read biographies of every member of his family for a better view,

Were those all to cheer me up?

Was he trying to make my mood better?

But why would he scare me showing his family's execution of demented achievements? How in the name of little angels, was that a way to cheer up a person?

But the important question here is, why?

Why would he go to the lengths of doing things for me?

Wasn't I the person he hates a lot?

I'm glad and happy that he actually thought good for me though they backfired but why doing them in the first place.

Was he worried for me?

Nah! He cannot! He wouldn't!

Thinking about the whole lot of possibilities as to why he would do them, I entered into the small cottage I was accommodated for tonight.

I heaved a deep sigh and was about to go inside the washroom when... WHAT?

"Mr. Gi... Bianchi? What are you― Aaahhhh" I slipped.

There was a lot of water on the floor due to which I slipped and was about to fall down when I took the almost naked only in towel, Mr Giant's arm for support but ended up falling down with him above me and his LIPS OVER MINE!

OH NO NO NO!

We were still for seconds which turned to minutes. He was hovering over me and I'm under him as if I'm at his mercy.

This is so not good. This doesn't look good or feel good.

His lips were over me stilled and few minutes later, they moved slowly like he was having a taste of new dish, first a little lick and then a small bite and lastly complete devour.

Why am I feeling comforted by his lips?

It was an accident that our lips locked, but then why is he continuing it? His lips were... great!

The feel was just out of the world and like no other. I didn't had this feeling of unicorns racing in stomach ever before but his lips are doing it.

I looked at his eyes closed and his hands on either sides locking my frame while he is just in his towel hung low on his waist.

GAWD! He is shirtless and pantless! Oh my little angels, Why am I the only one to be blessed with his naked glory?

Our current position and the thing that he's half naked brought me out of my racing unicorns bliss and slowly I pressed my hands on his chest pushing him off me slightly.

He looked at me for good few seconds in daze and suddenly stood up like he was shook out of it.

Mr. Bianch has a small towel on his wet hair which his hand is using to dry the hair. We stood there in awkward silence for what seemed like hours but its just three minutes.

"Did you eat strawberries without giving me any?" He asked suddenly out of nowhere making me look at him in confusion.

Strawberries?

We just accidently kissed and after minutes of awkwardness, he's asking about strawberries? Is he more insane than I thought?

"Strawberries? What? Umm, no why?" I stuttered trying to form a good meaningful sentence.

"Your... lips tastes like strawberries grown hygienically." WHAT THE HELL is he talking?

My god why is he making me embarrassed more?

My lips? Strawberries?

Was it a compliment or was he angry at the thought that I ate something without giving him, knowing fully that he's a foodie?

Trying to change the topic from my strawberry lips and tomato face, "W-What are you doing in my room?" I asked trying to act strong but the kiss did many things to me.

Mr. Bianch was different. A good kind of different.

Why did he kiss me?

"You mean our room?" His words broke all the thoughts of our kiss.

Our room?

"What? It's my room. This particular room is allotted to me, sir." I exasperated at the thought of staying with him in a single room.

I looked at him expectantly for him to laugh and tell me that he is teasing me but I didn't find any humor on his obvious blank face.

"This, my Lilliput, is the only cottage fully constructed and equipped on this island which is mine and you are living in this room because I'm a very kind heart person. Now, go freshen up and come sleep." He said walking to the large bed in the middle of the room and laid on it patting the other side of the bed.

Only room?

That means I have to share it with Mr. Giant Devil?

"I'm not sharing a bed with you, sir. Like a gentleman you are, please escort yourself to the floor." I spoke trying to tame my nervousness.

He was trying to put a façade that the kiss was nothing or it really was that great I don't know. At this moment, sharing a room is a lot and I don't want to lose my senses by sharing a bed with him.

Never.

"You, Lilliput, should know that the only reason I use ground is to walk on it, I am and will not sleep on floor nor are you sleeping there. It's a cold island and I don't want you to die on me with cold. So get you a** here and sleep on bed." He commanded with a hard tone that held no-more-arguments in it.

One night, one room, one bed and Mr. Bianchi, very dangerous!