Rosie's Obsession

Chapter 38 — Exquisite

I pushed the door open, every step heavy as I walked in.

“Rosie.” Henry called.

I stopped, gripping my bag to my chest tightly as I slowly turned around.

“Yes.”

He walked closer, stopping just in front of me.

My gaze fixed on his shirt instead.

For some strange reason, I couldn't find it in me to look him in the eyes.

Henry didn't say anything.

Instead—

His fingers curled under my chin, raising my head up.

My lips parted slightly at the emotion in his gaze.

Hunger.

Need.

Restraint.

Different emotions flickered through his gaze like he was fighting a mental battle.

I just knew this idea of his had less to do with studying, and more to do with touching.

“Take your bath,” Henry murmured, “wear something… comfortable and come to my room.”

Good Lord.

“Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Use your words, Rosie.”

“Yes,” I replied quietly.

His hands fell away, then he walked off.

I sprinted to my room, shutting the door behind me. Then I leaned against it, trying to steady my beating heart.

“It's alright, Rosie.”

Oh, God! it wasn't.

Henry just told me to take my bath, wear something cute and come to his room.

(He said comfortable, you just decided to misinterpret it.)

I knew damn well what I heard.

“s**t… your bath, Rosie.

(Such a whore.)

I scoffed, rushing into my bathroom.

In less than a few minutes, my clothes were off, and I was standing under the shower.

The warm water cascaded down my skin, as thoughts of Henry touching me filled my head.

I washed with soap first, then reached for my scrub.

(Come on, you only scrub on Saturdays.)

“What does that have to do with you?” I retorted back, scrubbing efficiently.

Once done, I began shaving.

Shaving away every bit of hair on all parts of my body, while paying attention to every single detail.

By the time I was done and out of the bathroom, it was already 4:35 pm.

I pulled open my wardrobe, gaze latching onto a light pink lingerie.

It was a simple short dress that stopped just above my thighs and accentuated the swell of my breasts.

I applied light make-up on my face, then curled my hair till the bounce had me clicking my tongue in satisfaction.

I stared at myself in the mirror from every angle, smiling in contentment.

“Panties on or panties off?” I murmured, tapping my chin.

(Have some decency will you?)

“Panties on I guess.”

I slipped on matching panties, then opened my perfume box.

My eyes drifted over every single bottle before finally landing on—

My most expensive piece.

Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium.

I spritzed the perfume lightly against my skin, smirking in triumph.

“One thousand out of ten says I'm ready.”

I twirled to the door, pushing it open, gaze locked on Henry's room down the corridor.

I reached his door in a few seconds.

Then stopped.

Waves of anticipation hammered against my chest.

I stared at the doorknob, exhaling deeply.

“Come on, you've got this.” I murmured, rubbing my sweaty palms together.

“Hair check,” I chanted, patting my hair. “Make-up check, nails check, I smell nice, my body's curvy and I look fly.”

I definitely got this.

And so, I pushed the door open and walked in.

………

Henry glanced at me, then back to his book from where he sat bent over a table.

“You took quite some time, Rosie—”

He c****d his head to the side, then turned around fully.

He adjusted his glasses slightly, blinking fast, as though he was trying to come to terms with what he was seeing.

His gaze trailed from my head, down to my chest…

He licked his lips subconsciously, eyes lingering on the swell of my breasts.

I shifted uncomfortably, as his eyes continued its descent, leaving a burning desire in its wake.

A certain emotion crossed over his face, causing me to clamp my thighs against each other.

The movement had him pausing for a moment, his gaze lingering on my thighs.

He swallowed forcefully, fingers gripping the desk.

“I see you took my words rather literally,” Henry said, voice strained.

My eyes dropped, hands closed behind my back as I nudged the floor with the tip of my toe.

“I'm sure I just did what you told me to.”

Lie.

He cleared his throat.

“Very well then. What about your books?”

Huh?

“I don't understand.”

“Your books, Rosie. I don't see them anywhere.”

“You didn't ask me to bring them.”

“I also didn't ask you to shave, curl your hair, put on make-up, wear this…” he drawled, gaze trailing over my body again.

My cheeks burned hot in embarrassment.

“This… obviously distracting piece of fabric, and I most definitely didn't ask you to wear a perfume that cost over two thousand dollars, Rosie.”

Fucking bastard.

He leaned back on the seat, finger brushing against his lips.

“I'm quite sure I didn't ask you to do all these, but guess what?”

I scowled.

“You did.”

God knows I really wanted to be angry, but the crown of shame that sat heavily on my head, made it hard to.

“What did you think you were coming here to do?” Henry asked, with a tiny smile.

He was really enjoying this.

“Answer me, Rosie.”

“To study.” I murmured, grinding my teeth together.

“So tell me… how did you remember to do everything except the one thing you were supposed to do?”

Just take me lord.

“I'll go and get my books,” I said.

“That would be appreciated.”

With that, he turned back to his book, dismissing me.

My fingers fisted by my sides.

I turned around, fingers wrapped around the doorknob…

When—

“And while you're at it, change into something more… presentable.”

I pulled the door open, shutting it with more force than necessary.

My feet carried me across the hallway quickly.

As soon as I got into my bedroom… I slammed the door shut.

“f*****g bastard.” I screeched, pulling at my hair.

“Making me look like a total fool.”

(Serves you right, bitch.)

“Shut up!” I yelled.

My chest rose and fell fast, almost as though my heart was trying to jump out.

“Wear something presentable.” I mocked, trying to imitate Henry.

“Tough luck, asshole. I'll wear what I f*****g want, cause this is my f*****g house.”

(Your mother's technically.)

“Same meaning, smartass.” I mumbled.

I exhaled, shoulders sagging in defeat.

I plopped on my bed, sniffling quietly.

“I'm not going back there, he can f**k off for all I care.”

(You know you need him to get into E.A, right?)

I huffed, getting up, before pulling my books from my bag.

After picking out what I needed, I headed for the door.

“Do I need him? Yes,” I said, shutting the door behind me.

“Will I go back to him? Yes,” I groaned, walking back to his room.

“But will I change my dress because he said so… hell to the f*****g no.”

I opened the door, walking towards him.

His gaze left his book to mine, staring at me with a small smile on his face.

I placed my hand on my hip, staring back at him defiantly.

Henry pinched the bridge of his nose.

Then—

He stood up, walking towards me.

With each stride, my heartbeat rose…

Faster and faster.

Harder and harder.

Till—

He stopped in front of me.

God…

Was it possible for someone to look this breathtaking over forty?

He was the complete definition of ‘aged like fine wine.’

The same wine I wanted to have a taste of.

“You're quite stubborn, aren't you.”

“I figured you're not my father, so you can't tell me what to do… especially in my house.” I replied with a careless shrug.

His smile widened.

He stepped close to me.

So close that I could smell his addictive cologne.

His fingers cupped my chin, gliding over my bottom lips tenderly.

“Good thing you didn't listen to me…” Henry murmured.

“Cause after this session..”

His fingers trailed lower, brushing against the swell of my breast.

“It’ll come in handy in the next.”