Beauty coughed and cleared her throat.
"Can you just... stay over there, on your side of the room? And put on a shirt, please..."
She paused abruptly, noticing his clothes scattered across the floor. She picked them up before continuing.
"And look, I don't want all this mess here. We both have to share this room for the next few days on this tour, so don't..."
She turned, and her gaze landed at his chest level, so you couldn't blame her for spacing out for a moment, staring at him.
"You were saying?"
His voice brought her back.
Beauty looked up, blinking.
"Please put on a shirt, for crying out loud!" she snapped, starting to gather up his things from the floor.
What is this mess for?
Is he a toddler?
Bruno lifted a thick brow in a questioning arch.
"Why should I put on a shirt?" he replied dryly.
She rolled her eyes.
"It's called decency, Mister Sir. You wouldn't like it if I walked around butt naked."
At this point, she had no idea what she was saying.
Her speech was translated to her brain when Bruno smirked and leaned in closer.
"Let's give it a try, then," he whispered in her ear.
"Ugh!"
She pushed him away and focused on tidying up his stuff.
"Maybe we should set some rules," Bruno stated.
She paused, raising an eyebrow.
"Rules? What rules? You mean like you're not allowed to walk around half-naked?"
"Oh, I see. So, me not wearing a shirt is a big problem for you? I wouldn't mind if you wanted to go naked too. What's wrong, Beauty? Afraid you can't resist me?"
Beauty scoffed, trying to compose herself.
"Oh, please. I could resist you with my eyes closed."
Bruno went surprisingly quiet, then took a few steps closer to her.
He leaned in, his face inches from hers, and whispered huskily.
"Go ahead, close them, then."
Beauty swallowed, trying not to shy away from his gaze. Her heart was pounding so hard that her boobs were starting to get fired up! Nipples aching.
Her palms were wet, but that wasn't the only wetness she felt and definitely not the one she should be worried about.
Her panties were soaked!
She could feel her heart betraying her as they both held each other's burning gaze.
Beauty's needs wouldn't stop whispering in her head.
Who cares about dignity? Or self-worth?
I could kiss him and let him do whatever he pleases with my willing body. That would be the perfect way to make up. He doesn't seem like he would resist or that he's still mad at me.
She slowly parted her lips, but before she could make a move, her phone suddenly rang, and the ringtone blared.
She blinked like she got her senses back.
Her face flushed with both shyness and embarrassment.
Chris Brown's "Under the Influence."
"Interesting song choice," Bruno teased. "Great timing,too."
"Absolutely not!" Beauty replied, flustered, shoving her phone back into her bag, trying to distract herself.
"Don't get any ideas. It's just a song. And clean up after yourself, Mr. Sir. This is a room for both of us, not just me. I won't do this for you next time; I'll tell the manager how you mess up the room like some toddler."
She put things in order and got up, heading outside to get away from him.
She needed to.
"Beauty?"
Bruno called.
Her heart skipped; she clenched her fist tightly for courage, then turned slowly and looked at him.
"What?"
"Gracias, I promise to clean for both of us next time."
He smiled at her.
He's smiling at me again!
My eyes widened in surprise.
One moment he's hot and dangerous like a wolf, the next he's so adorable and cute like a puppy!
Beauty yelled inside as the butterflies in her tummy started dancing.
She grabbed her tummy and left the room as fast as she could.
Outside the door, she sighed deeply, walked to the living room at the center of the house, and folded herself onto the couch.
She could hear conversations of Mrs Lola Cruz and her team outside the building but none of her colleagues were outside.
Everyone seemed to be in their rooms, resting peacefully from the long journey, waiting for the meal, and here she was stuck with some thirst trap.
"Bruno! He was intentionally trying to seduce me. Why can't I get him off my mind? I tried so hard to act like he's invisible, but he's too hard to ignore. I won't give in to his temptations," she muttered under her breath.
She arched her brows and slapped her cheeks hard with her palms.
Just then, her phone rang again. It was her friend from Reunion, Nia.
Her face lit up immediately.