Emily's pov
I woke up the next day, puffy eyed and unattractive. When I looked at the mirror I almost screamed at what was staring back at me. Mr Williams would think I'm a nightmare if he saw me like this.
Suddenly I recoiled at that thought. So what if you found me attractive or not? It's not like this was a real relationship or anything. So there's no need for me to get ahead of myself, I should just go through the motion play my role and try not to mess up.
After wrapping up my morning routine, I came down to the kitchen to make breakfast for myself.
"Morning, Miss Brown." Mr Williams greeting glided out of his mouth like butter, but I just found myself staring like an idiot unable to wrap my head around how anyone could look so effortlessly put together in the morning. He was my boss and yet he had woken up earlier than me, I really need to step up.
The smell of pancakes and coffee nearly lifted me off my feet.
"Those smell amazing, Mr Williams..." I said without thinking and instantly wanted to slap my lips shut.
Just because we were living in the same house now did not mean that I had to get all cozy up on him. He was my boss and there was a professional distance to be maintained.
I watched his face to see if he would be offended though and, there wasn't any change from the usual neutral expression.
"You're in luck..." He said, gesturing to another plate with pancakes dripping generously with syrup. "I got distracted and ended up accidentally making more pancakes, and I'd hate for them to go to waste."
"Really?" I asked moving over to the barstool next to him."Thank you Mr Williams, I-"
He suddenly got up from his own barstool went over to the counter to grab the electric coffee maker and a mug, pouring it in and adding lots of sugar and cream. He brought it over to me.
"Here." He said and returned back to his food.
Shaken by shock, it took me a second or two to thank him.
"Oh, this is really nice, Mr Williams and coincidentally exactly how I like my coffee too,"
"It wasn't a coincidence," he mumbled took a huge chunk of pancake at once, chewing for a longish while before swallowing, then he continued as if there was never a pause, "When you work with someone long enough it's only natural to notice these things, there's no big deal there."
I took a sip, and nearly levitated the blend and everything seem to be out of this world.
"Gosh, I could handle anything if I drank this type of coffee everyday," the words left me before that I could hold them back and Mr Williams was staring at me intensely.
"Do you like it?"
I guess there was no point in line about it and it would be insulting if I did so anyways.
"I do, Mr Williams, did you take a course on making coffee or something?" I asked him.
"I watched a few videos," he said flippantly.
At first I was grinning while sipping my coffee but the impact of his words began to sink in on me and I nearly dropped the mug.
"Mr Williams, do you no longer I like the coffee I make for you?" I just realized that compared to what I was drinking right now what he had probably tasted like slop, then again he always had black coffee so maybe he wasn't the type to worry about taste.
"Of course I like–" he paused and cleared his throat, "I mean the coffee you made for me Mrs Brown is just fine, I just got bored and decided to learn about it,"
I wanted to ask why he was learning how to make coffee that was more on the sweeter when what he liked was sharp and better but I didn't want to come off as nit picky so I quietly enjoyed my cup of coffee.
Heading over to work the drive was silent, I curled up my legs a bit because of the discomfort that was running through my entire body.
Having my boss drive me felt weird to say the least.
"We'll be meeting my mother this evening," he said in the middle of the drive like she was making a comment about the weather and I nearly jumped off of my seat.
"Your mother? THE Clara Williams?" I asked with my heart and my throat and he just nodded casually.
"Yes, I've already bought more than a couple of dresses that will be suitable for the evening for you you can pick whichever is more suitable to your style and when you're with my mother just try to be comfortable. She's a really easygoing person,"
I know he was trying to reassure me but I wanted to talk my head out of the car and scream at the top of my voice maybe that's what it get some of the tension out of my body.
Clara Williams.
They say she started off as an underdog and built have business empire out of nothing before even meeting her husband, she was one of the few female billionaires in the country.
It had been easy to speak to her when I was nothing more than a faceless cog in her sons company, more of a machinery than a person that kept the place going.
How would somebody like that approve of someone like me to be her daughter-in-law?
There's no way that Mr Williams would choose to have a rift with his mother over a fake marriage if she didn't approve of me then he would simply just have to find someone else who met her standards of course he would find her easygoing she was his mother.
I leaned against the windscreen, my mind swirling in different places waiting to see how the evening would turn out.