The Sexy Gown (2)
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GRACE
“Here, let me help you.” He bent to pick the gown.
“No, it is fine. It is not...”
But he had already picked it up. He stretched it towards me in my crouched state and I grabbed its tail. He was holding the gown with a little force, as though it was a game of tug of war. So I had to get up and pull harder. Bit by bit, I took the cloth into my hands, the silkiness flowing nicely. During the transfer, my eyes were settled on his fierce ones and I was held down, I was just held down.
When the cloth finally made it into my hands, I subconsciously hugged it to my stomach. I was still drowning in the blueness of his eyes.
But soon I got out of the trance or moment or whatever you want to call it. I cleared my throat and gathered the rest of my clothes into the bag.
“Thanks,” I murmured as I locked the bag, properly this time around.
Mr. Powers exhaled loudly but I did not make the mistake of looking at him.
And as I dragged my bag up the stairs, the one question on my mind was, ‘What on earth was that?’
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“I am Jeremy Chalk.” The blonde-haired man in front of me replied to my question. “I am Ruby’s new home teacher. And you are?”
“Grace. I am her babysitter.”
“Wow. You are a pretty babysitter. Honestly, I was expecting some middle-aged woman.”
“Oh, you missed her. She is probably honeymooning with her hubby right now.”
He chuckled, the side of his eyes wrinkling, giving his eyes a different look and his face a prettier feature. “I am glad I missed her. So, can I come in now?”
I stopped him with my hand on his chest. “Wait a minute.”
“Is this the part where you ask a question?”
“You are right.” I dashed him a smile.
“Oh, nice. I hope you ask me for my number.”
“What number? Dude please?” I rolled my eyes.
“House number, phone number...”
“Are you for real right now?” I asked, amusement on my face.
“Sorry, I can’t help myself around beautiful women.” His green eyes shone as he completed that statement.
“I appreciate the compliment, but I believe you are not here to flirt with me. So, cut that s**t out.”
He nodded, his mature-looking face turning serious. He was sort of cute, especially with his smiling green eyes which I found alluring. He was also manly with his body averagely built like David’s but his appearance was not my concern at the moment. Not when someone else was stylishly occupying my mind after what happened between us in the morning.
“How sexually active are you?” I asked the first question.
Jeremy Chalk frowned in confusion. He probably thought he heard the question wrong. I did too a couple of minutes ago when Mr. Powers instructed me to ask the new teacher some questions.
“Uh... averagely? Is there a reason for that question?” His face suddenly lit up. “Or, are you also interested in me? ’Cause I am interested in you.”
I decided to ignore him as the next question I was going to ask could be quite offensive.
“I apologise ahead for the question I am about to ask you.” Jeremy nodded slightly, his eyes settling firmly on mine. “It can be a bit offensive.”
“Just ask it already, Grace.”
“Okay. Uh... on a scale of one to ten, how, uh...” I readjusted my stance and gripped the handle of the door. “... how often does the urge to whip out your manhood in front of the female species hit you?”
“Under what context?”
“Say,” I played with the door handle, “you are teaching a five-year-old and...”
“Hell no! I am not a pedophile. What the heck!”
“I told you the question was a bit offensive,” I said in defense. Darn Mr. Powers and his strange request. Couldn’t he have done this himself? It would have been less awkward if it were a man-to-man conversation. I threw him an apologetic look. “I am sorry.”
“I get it, I am a grown man teaching a little girl. Suspicions are bound to rise.” He smiled.
I smiled back in relief. “You are not angry?”
“Nah. I really get it. But...” He waved his brows. “I have a question for you too.” Please don’t ask me on a date. “Would you like to go out sometime?”
“Uh...” I froze for some seconds. It has been a while since I heard those words, so I was briefly tempted. “No. I am not looking for anything serious. Sorry.”
He nodded understandably. “But I am always available for a booty call. I am very sexually active.”
“Good to know.” I gave him a fake grin. The thought of getting into bed with him did not cross my mind once since he made his presence known. So I mentally dismissed his invitation. “Alright, come in. Ruby will be available in a minute.”
He entered, and a gasp escaped his lips.
I know bro, I know.
I was about to close the door when I noticed that a black feminine shoe had been positioned to prevent the door from closing.
I looked up to see a woman with a structure similar to Regina’s standing in front of me.
Slim and tall with an almost perfect hourglass shape hugged firmly by her mid-thigh, thinly strapped gown, the woman posed in front of me, her handbag dangling ahead of her.
She removed her shades and gave me a smile that I could tell was fake. As her hazel eyes widened to observe me from head to toe, I wondered, even though I did not see my employer as a playboy, if she was one of Mr. Powers’ girlfriends.
“Uh...” I was already getting tired of the eye judgment she was giving me. “How may I help you?”
She smiled again, her pink glossy lips scrunched into a smirk after. “So, you are the one.” I gave her a, what are you talking about? face. Her smirk persisted.“You are the woman Dominic has been sleeping with.”
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