CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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“That one interests you?”. Cam asked at last. His gaze still on her.
She blinked quickly and averted her gaze from the painting as she tried to clear her mind of such erotic thoughts, heaven, they were almost vulgar.
“The artist knows his stuff”. She said, her voice trembling slightly.
Yet another smirk curved Cam’s lips as he shifted his gaze to the painting.
“This one isn’t an old one, unlike the other antic stuff, this one has no story, I guess it’s just plain”. He said. “Wouldn’t you say?”.
Plain? Catherine could beg to disagree. The painting was all but plain, amongst all the paintings she had seen in the hallway; it was by far the most captivating, it invoked something in her, aroused her deepest and darkest desires, desires she hadn’t known existed till now. However, she pushed the thought away, it was nothing, it had to be nothing.
“No”. She answered quietly. “It has quite the depths”.
She wasn’t feeling well. She couldn’t understand why she would dare harbor such thought….such fantasies, she was almost disgusted with herself. But then again, in the presence of the professor she was a complete and absolute submissive.
“I can see that in your eyes”. Cam said, a quiet snicker left him as he proceeded down the hallway. “I’d think you were the vanilla type, you amaze me Cat”.
She cleared her throat awkwardly. She didn’t like having such discussions, she never fancied discussing her s****l preferences with people, not even with a group of girls like herself looking to indulge in some gossip and girl talk.
“I….I would like to sit down for a bit”. She said diverting the topic. “My legs are getting weary”.
Cam saw right through her act, he could see the blush spread down her neck, he could tell that she was flustered, he could tell she just wanted to drop the topic. He conceded nonetheless.
“What are you? Sixty?”. He joked. “you haven’t been standing for long and you’ve got cramps already”.
She laughed, a forced and humorless sound.
“You might find the upper floor appealing, but let’s leave that for another day”. He said. “Let’s get something to drink. Come”.
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Catherine was glad she didn’t have to continue the walk down the sensual hallway, she couldn’t take any more of the erotism, and perhaps it was all of it getting into her head and messing with her feelings. On stepping into the kitchen her jaw almost dropped. Like the rest of the house the kitchen was large and dark, it was spacious enough for her to freely run around in, growing up as a child she had always dreamt of having a kitchen half as glorious as this, the dream was still there, but from time to time she would think about how f****d up her life was and she’d assure herself that kitchens were the least of her concern.
“Would have taken you to the bar but it’s cold, perhaps you might prefer something warm”. Cam said as he began moving about, she watched as he opened cabinet after cabinet in search of one thing or another, seeing him like that, one would mistake him for a guest in his own house.
“Searching for something?”. She asked, her gaze moving about in search of nothing in particular.
“Yeah”. He replied as he opened yet another cabinet. “Would have sworn I saw it here last time”.
Just to satisfy her curiosity she asked:
“When was last time?”.
He turned to glance at her, a sheepish smile on his face.
“A year ago or more”. He told her.
Her lips formed an ‘o’ again.
“So um, house helps are in charge of the kitchen?”. She asked.
“From time to time, when my folks are home”. He said, a gleam appeared in his eyes as she found what he had been searching for.
“And if they’re not home?”. She asked.
She could see that he obviously couldn’t find his way around the kitchen, to say he looked out of place would be an understatement.
“Takeouts”. He answered. “Takeouts exist for a reason”.
She nodded slowly.
Their kitchen back at home may have been small and tight but still they made use of it, they made meals, tasty meals that always had her coming back for more. She couldn’t help but feel bad for him, though he didn’t seem to have an issue with it all she felt…somewhat sorry for him.
“Can you cook?”. She asked him.
He scoffed, his expression telling her that she sounded rather dumb right now.
“Can you?”. He asked her.
“Only if you can find the ingredients”. She said.
His lips curved in a small smile as he caught up on her offer. He nodded, determination in his eyes.
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