Chapter 14 — What I Want
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“Hi…” I squeaked, waving at him.
“What are you doing in my room?” he asked, walking towards me.
My eyes moved over the tattoo, trailing down his delicious abs… going lower and—
“Rosie?”
I blinked, staring at his towering frame.
“I-uh… thought I'd check in.”
He smiled softly. “Check in? It's not like I'm going to die while taking a shower.”
“You'd be surprised to know twenty percent of deaths happen in the bathroom.”
He scoffed, shaking his head.
“Now that's just silly.”
With that he walked back to his wardrobe, pulling out a grey singlet and shorts.
He walked into his bathroom to change instead of asking me to leave… then he walked back out looking fresh and ready to be f****d.
He moved around for a bit, while I just watched.
Then finally—
“Let's go,” he said, walking towards the door.
“Go where?” I asked.
He frowned slightly. “To the sitting room, of course.”
“Why?” I asked, my voice laced with confusion.
“What do you mean by why? Don't you want to study anymore?”
“I want to, but I'm here now—why don't we just study—”
“No.” He deadpanned, opening the door. “The sitting room, Rosie.”
So he wanted to play hard.
I pouted, lips turned down in sadness.
“I don't feel comfortable on the couch, Henry—”
“No, Rosie,” he said, holding the door ajar.
I huffed, then turned around… sashaying my way to his bed.
I made sure to add a bit of sway to it, as his eyes stayed glued on me till I plopped on his bed.
“It's just your room, Henry. What could go wrong?”
He swallowed forcefully, glaring at me.
I probably would have felt small under his gaze, but I couldn't… not when his eyes were fighting a battle between taking my proposition and bolting the hell out of his own room.
“I just don't think it's okay to do this here,” he replied, after a long silence.
“Why not? You're just going to tutor me, that's all, and besides…” I said, lying face down on the bed in a position that exposed my cleavage to him.
“This would be a good time for us to bond as father and daughter.”
The only issue was—Father and daughter didn't usually look at each other the way we both did.
“Please, Rosie…”
That wouldn't work again, smartass.
“Come on, Henry. You said you had work to do, didn't you?” I pressed. “Honestly, I don't know what the fuss is about.”
It was on the tip of his tongue.
I knew he wanted to say it… he wanted to tell me what the issue was, but—saying it would mean admitting that we both had a subtle attraction towards each other.
The kind that made even him nervous…
Nervous about what it could lead to and the outcome.
But I've known Henry too long to know what he'll do and…
He closed the door and walked to his chair.
He dragged the chair towards the bed, lips pressed in annoyance.
“I figured we'd work on physics instead,” I said, scooting close to him.
“I thought you had a test coming up for math.”
“It's not until another two weeks,” I replied, with a shrug. “And besides, I'm having more of a hard time with physics than math.”
He nodded. “Alright then. Let's begin.”
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I really tried—I tried to listen, but with him being so close to me… it was an impossible task.
“...so, if a car is moving at 10 m/s…”
I couldn't stop staring at his lips, the way it pressed tightly in concentration.
“...and accelerates uniformly at 2 m/s² for 5 seconds…”
The flexing of his muscles as he scribbled on my book with a tight frown.
“...how far will it travel in that time?”
Fuck.
I was already getting wet just from staring at him—
“Rosie!”
A finger snapped in front of my face, drawing me out of my daydream.
“Huh?”
He stared at me with mild disappointment.
“I'm so sorry, I was…”
Checking you out?
“What was the question again, please?”
Henry exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I said… If a car is moving at 10 m/s and accelerates uniformly at 2 m/s² for 5 seconds, how far will it travel in that time?”
I pursed my lips, glancing at the book in apprehension.
“Uhh… two and five… twenty-five?”
He plopped on the bed, rubbing his hand over his face.
“For Christ's sake, Rosie. We've been at this for hours already.”
I blushed slightly. “I'm sorry, Henry. I think I have a lot on my mind.”
“You think?” he said, staring at me with an eyebrow raised.
“Sorry…” I mumbled sheepishly.
He sat up, inching closer to me with the book wide open.
“Focus, Rosie….”
He scolded, tapping the page.
“We’re finding distance. So we use s = ut + ½at²,” he scribbled down the words, and paused for a brief moment.
“You already have everything.”
“Initial velocity is 10. Time is 5.
Acceleration is 2.”
He glanced at me.
“Are you following?”
I nodded.
“So—10 times 5 gives you 50.”
“Then ½ times 2 cancels out.”
Another pause.
“You’re left with 5 squares. That’s 25.”
His voice drops slightly.
“Add them together, what do you get?”
“Hmm…” I tapped my chin lightly, while Henry stared at me expectantly.
“75 meters?”
He gave me a megawatt-worthy smile.
“That's a good girl.”
And once again, my rotten mind managed to interpret his words into something else.
“Aren't I supposed to get a prize for being a good girl?” I asked, voice sultry as I leaned toward him.
He froze.
The smile slowly dropped from his face, replaced with something else.
Something primal… something needy.
His tongue darted out, licking his bottom lip and my gaze dropped there.
“It was an afterthought—”
“I actually want to take you up on the offer, Henry.” I cut in, seductively.
He coughed loudly, and I found it funny how every minuscule object in the room suddenly became more fascinating than staring at me.
“It's not that serious—”
“The question you should be asking, Henry…” I drawled, getting to my knees as I trailed a finger down his body.
“Is what do I want?”
I pressed my lips to his ear, licking his earlobe, then I whispered.
“Or are you scared to ask such a harmless question?”
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