I TOOK the opportunity to speak again. "Do you have something else to say?" I arched an eyebrow at him.
He didn't bother to answer. He just put his two arms on her broad chest instead, leaning out the window.
I blinked. He was handsome and hot. But so what?
"Arrange my things, put them in the closet one by one and iron the wrinkled clothes. This is your job, right? That's why you are here. When you're done, prepare what I'm going to wear. I'll just take a bath." After that, he went straight into the bathroom.
I remained standing while biting my lips hard. He has a point. I was here to work and not for any other reason. So I can't blame him for why he talks to me like that.
I started pulling out his things from his bag and arranged them one by one. I inhaled the scent of each item. The smell was everywhere.
The shirts were completely white. The fabrics-which were obviously imported-were very soft. As a result, I couldn't stop myself from smelling it. But, before I could lose myself, I continued arranging his things until I reached into something I hadn't expected to see.
"Oh, my shit!" I even lifted it in the air, covering my mouth as if disgusted.
"What are you doing?" I was in a hurry to hide it when I heard his voice.
My already reddened face almost lost its color when I saw his body just wrapped in a towel. I stood up straight and froze. I couldn't help but notice his broad shoulders, his biceps, and his highly well-defined abs.
I could tell that he wasn't wearing anything underneath the towel. Because I was currently holding that thing.
"What are you hiding?" he asked.
I quickly glanced at his clothes. I saw that his underwear had been mixed in with some of his clothes, but he seemed more interested in seeing what I was hiding than in wearing briefs.
"Hmm . . . nothing," I uttered. My lips were half-opened.
He looked down at the things that were scattered before turning his attention back to me.
I bit my lip hard. I couldn't let go of my fear that he might say something terrible to me.
But I didn't expect what he did next. He took a big step towards me. I have to do something, that was to retreat. I reached the wall. I could feel the sweat dripping down my forehead, the pounding of my heart in my chest, and the fears inside me.
"Give it to me," he ordered in a calm voice.
I gasped and looked at the floor. He was now an inch away from me, so I can't help but swallow hard.
I sighed as he pressed his hand to my side. I just closed my eyes when I felt his warm palm on my hand.
"So, you're fantasizing about my underwear, huh?" His husky voice sent a tremor in my spine. But I couldn't penetrate them because I stared and looked at him badly.
"No! Over my dead body!" I said sarcastically.
"Really, huh? Then what is it?" He pulled his brief from my hand and lifted them to my face, so I was very embarrassed.
"R-rude!" I shouted.
But then, he suddenly burst out laughing and half coughing. Damn! His laugh was hot and hearty.
"Not funny, Rex!"
I want to suppress the heat rising between my thighs. Damn, why do I feel this way about him?
He stopped laughing and lowered the brief he was holding. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. He continued to stare at me and refused to leave in front of me.
I could do nothing but bow my head, afraid that he might read what was in my eyes.
"If only I could . . ." he said in hushed.
I looked at him with questioning eyes. I saw him swallowed before looking down at my parted lips.
He sighed violently before moving away from me.
"Come out first. I'll just get dressed."
I did not move immediately. If I wasn't leaning against the wall, I would feel my knees give out.
Even before my strength returned, he turned to me again and leaned me even harder against the wall.
"Would you like to watch?" he asked while smiling.
Because of what he said, it was as if my strength suddenly returned. I stood up straight and was ready to walk, but I tripped on the bag on the floor.
I don't know if it was a good idea that he was in front of me and he caught me, or maybe not because we fell into bed together-and I was on top of him.
It happened so fast. My heart was pounding, and my whole body was on fire.
"Cherry . . ." he whispered.
I tried to loosen up, but his arms were hugging me tightly. So I could do nothing but met his gaze.
His motionless stare was accompanied by his slow breathing as if he was fighting something!
"I-I'm sorry." Again, I tried to move to loosen his grip, but he quickly grabbed my nape.
"Stay," he whispered.
Before I could protest, he had already crossed the gap between us.
Then he kissed me.
***
The air felt fresh, and a soft wind stroked my skin as it flowed freely around me. The sunset was just a foretaste of what was to come, yet the light lingered on.
The lovely sunset, followed by a powerful gust of wind caressing the row of trees from afar, was enjoyable to see.
I glanced at Feli and Porsche talking beside me while Mayla had her own world of food. I looked down at the spaghetti in front of me and reluctantly stabbed it with a fork.
The wind whipped smoothly through my ears, and my skin cooled by the breeze. I fixed my wind-blown hair and looked away.
Jeff, Skye, Zach, and Rexon occupied the same beach umbrella table near us. Rexon was wearing his sunglasses even in the sunset. From here, I observed him freely while he was talking with someone on his cellphone.
I consecutively made swallowed as he spoke softly. There was a time when he was slightly laughing and scratching at his senses, which further added to his strong appeal even though he didn't mean to.
I looked down at his parted lips, and that's how my two cheeks got hot because of a memory.
"Hey, are you okay? Why do you look like a bee has bitten your cheeks?" Feli woke me up.
"Huh? What? Ahm, it's quite hot right now." I avoided looking at her.
I just ignored the way she and Porsche looked at each other because of what I said. I just decided to eat the spaghetti on my plate.
I sniffed sparingly and chewed it gently, but my stomach didn't seem to accept it because I felt like there were eyes looking at me. Again, I turned my attention to Rexon's table and shoot! He's watching! It was as if I wanted to spit the spaghetti in my mouth because he was no longer wearing his sunglasses.
"He might melt!" Porsche said as I stared at Rexon.
Because of that, I choked, so I kept coughing.
"Hey, are you alright?!" Porsche even patted my back and quickly handed me the water.
"Thanks. I'm okay," I said softly and slightly wiped my mouth.
Damn! Cherry, you need to focus on your food! Just focus, okay? I whispered to myself because I don't know why I suddenly lose myself when I look at him. This is not me. I'm professional and skillful. The word unprofessional is not in my vocabulary. And I hate to accept that I was no longer a professional when I was with him.
I looked back at Rexon, who's now holding a guitar and starting to strum.
He started to sing, and I slowly shut my eyes when I heard a furry mournful voice that touched my heart. To brace myself-control against the storm of his words, I kept my breath behind my pursed lips.
But when he hit the chorus, I opened my eyes, and I looked straight into his eyes.
He looked down for a moment and strummed the guitar gracefully. I couldn't help but smile when he looked at me, but what he offered back was nearly superhuman, which is difficult to describe.
I closed my eyes and remembered the kiss that happened earlier.