He looked at Beauty with a soft smile, his eyes warm and gentle, holding out the outfit towards her.
The scent of his cologne was all over the outfit, she can't possibly turn this down! But what if it's a test to see if she can accept it?
What lady will just accept an outfit from a man like that.
Maybe afterward he can mock her In front of everyone at the company.
She sneezed loudly.
"I guess I have no choice".
She said to herself and took the clothes, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his generosity.
"I will take them".
Beauty said slowly and took the hoodie and sweatpants with trembling hands, her fingers brushing against his as she did.
His touch was warm, yet it sent a jolt through her that made her pulse quicken.
She gave him a shy smile in return, trying to keep her composure.
"Thanks," she mumbled, hoping he couldn't see the blush on her cheeks.
"Will it be my size? Please be my size!"
She prayed silently.
"The back seat will be better so you can be comfortable".
Bruno suggested.
Beauty simply nodded.
"I'll step out for a moment so you can change".
He said, and stepped out into the rain, leaving Beauty alone in the car.
As he closed the door behind him, Beauty let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.
"Oh my goodness! That was intense".
Beauty gasped.
Then she glanced at the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of herself.
She sighed deeply.
"This outfit will expose how fat I am".
As Bruno closed the car door behind him, he leaned against the side of the vehicle, his head tilted back, eyes closed, allowing the rain to soak into his hair and run down his face.
Hoping that the rain's icy touch will help distract his mind, but it kept drifting back to Beauty, sitting inside his car changing into his outfit.
Will she pull her underwear out too?
He cursed.
"What the hell am I thinking, that's disrespectful!"
The memory of her back in the hotel room flashed back in his head and made his heart race.
Bruno had always admired Beauty, more than he ever let on.
There was something about her that captivated him.
Her beauty.
Her plus-size figure, which she seemed so conscious of, was something he found irresistibly attractive. Her curves were soft and alluring, and he often found himself wondering what it would be like to trace them, to hold her close.
Bruno tried to shake the image from his head, but it lingered, persistent. He couldn't help but wonder what she would look like beneath those clothes, how her skin would feel under his fingertips.
He bit his lip, trying to distract himself from the wild thoughts that were now flooding his mind.
He also saw the way her cheeks flushed when he handed her his hoodie, she looked so pretty and cute, that reaction sent a wave of desire through him.
He was very proud of himself for not doing anything stupid at that time.
A deep sigh escaped him as he shifted his legs, feeling a sudden tightness in his body that was hard to ignore.
Bruno had to admit to himself, he had been harboring a secret crush on Beauty for a long time.
He admired her intelligence, her beauty, and the way she always seemed to brighten up any room she walked into...Okay, maybe brighten his world whenever she walked into the company.
Considering that, others at the company hardly acknowledge her.
Those fools always get a chance to mock her. Because of her, he had stepped out of his character to defend her.
However, she can't seem to notice that.
Bruno was well aware of Beauty's insecurities about her weight, and it pained him to know she couldn't see herself the way he saw her.
To him, she was beautiful in every sense of the word. He longed to tell her, to show her how much he appreciated every part of her, but he feared crossing the line between being her boss and revealing his true feelings.
Bruno ran a hand through his wet hair, trying to gather his thoughts. His heart was pounding, his mind racing with images of Beauty's smile, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about the foods she loved, the softness of her voice when she was shy.
He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, to feel her warm chubby body against him, to whisper in her ear that she was perfect just the way she was, not just in a written note.
The sound of the car door opening snapped him out of his thoughts.
Beauty had finished changing.