Take My Breath Away

With both hands in his pockets, Sheffield leaned against the door and watched as the guards scrambled away obediently. "They have a lot of respect for you. You are really cool, Ms. CEO."

Evelyn turned to look at him and asked in a low voice, "Are you coming or not?" If they didn't leave soon, her father might really change his mind and chase after Sheffield again.

"Yes, Of course! Let's go! We're gonna have so much fun, my little girl."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "I'm older than you."

"Doesn't matter. I'm your boyfriend." He leaned closer to her body shamelessly.

They were about to reach the Secretary Division and Evelyn pushed him away. "Watch your manners. This is my office," she scolded.

Sheffield moved away at once. "Yes, ma'am!" He put on his sunglasses and pulled back the hood of his coat. Almost no one recognized him now.

"Why do you want to take me shopping suddenly?" she asked, getting into his car.

"Like I said earlier to your father—to buy you a lollipop," he replied with a smile as he fastened the safety belt for her.

"Can you be serious for a moment?" She rolled her eyes again.

"I am serious. I'm really taking you to the supermarket to buy a lollipop." He had a wronged expression on his face, like he was offended that she didn't think the lollipop was important enough.

Evelyn said resignedly, "Fine. Since I am already here with you, take me wherever. It's up to you now."

"For real?"

"Yes."

"Then, let's go to your place, and we—"

"Except that!"

"Fine, let's do it in the car—"

"No!"

"How about a hotel?"

"Sheffield!" She was annoyed. "Knock it off!"

He sighed, feeling defeated. "All right. Let's go and get you a lollipop."

To her surprise, he really did take her to a supermarket.

He grabbed a lollipop from the candy shelf and asked her, "Which flavor? Strawberry? Coconut? Do you like blueberry? What about mango?"

Evelyn looked at the candy aisle and then at the two kids near her. "I don't want any of them."

"No, you must get one. You'll love it, trust me."

"Eating candies will destroy my teeth!" she argued.

"One lollipop won't damage your teet

out laughing. He was amused by her serious tone. 'She is so darn cute! This woman would be the death of me!' "Rest assured, Evelyn. No matter how many desserts you eat, you won't get fat as long as you are with me."

"And why is that?"

"Because I know how to make you lose all those extra calories, honey. Why don't you move in with me and find out all about the exercise schedule I have planned for you?" he asked with a confident smirk on his face.

Evelyn turned beetroot red. 'He is talking about sex again! Is that the only thing on his mind? Geez!'

"Sheffield!" she called, staring into his eyes.

"Yes?" Puzzled, he looked back into her eyes, trying to figure out if she was angry. As he was about to coax her, she said, "I'm allergic to mangoes." Saying so, she looked away from him.

Sheffield's smile vanished. He savored the lollipop in his mouth and confirmed that it was mango.

Evelyn was allergic to cats too. Since she said that she was allergic to mangoes, he didn't doubt her words.

He reached out to take the lollipop out of her mouth. "Spit it out!" he said anxiously. "I'm sorry, Evelyn. It's my fault. I'll take you to the hospital right away."

Evelyn gritted her teeth, unwilling to let him take the lollipop out. She stood there and watched him worry about her.

"Evelyn, be a good girl. Spit it out," he coaxed her gently as if he were talking to a child, but she refused to open her mouth.