Chapter Five: Sharing a room?
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Chapter 5: Sharing a room?
"The house belongs to a friend. He is abroad and I am helping him look after it," Dan explained.
"Oh, I see," she responded, putting aside her doubts for a moment before she was hit with a new twist.
She realized that it was the first night of their wedding. Were they going to share a room with one she barely knew? Of course sharing a bed with him was not in her mind. At least not untill she had known him better.
Although they had had a brief, at the-spur-of-the-moment relationship before, there was no emotional foundation. It was still difficult for her to accept sleeping in the same bed with a man who was almost a complete stranger.
Fortunately, Dan had not planned on living together in the same room.
He guided her to a clean and tidy guest room.
"You can live here. I'll live next door to you."
She walked into the room and looked around. The room was fully equipped with daily necessities.
There was a bathroom in the bedroom, with dry and wet separation, and all the bathing supplies were available.
She took off her cumbersome wedding dress, walked into the bathroom, and took a hot bath to wash away her fatigue.
When she finally came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, tragedy struck! She opened the closet, and it was empty. There was nothing inside.
Even the simplest relocation should be to move in with just a bag. She had been so naive and preoccupied that she had brought nothing, save for the wedding dress that she was wearing. How would she sleep at night?
She did not have the habit of sleeping naked, and obviously, there was not even pajamas there.
While she was still standing in front of the closet and worrying, Dan suddenly pushed the door open.
"Why did you get in?" She almost screamed, trying to find somewhere to hide.
She hugged her hands in front of her chest, trying to hide her pristine figure, but because she was too nervous, her movements were too large... The bath towel wrapped around her body fell off.
"Arghhh..."
She cursed even louder and squatted down in an effort to cover her sensitive parts hurriedly.
"You can't see me, you can't see me..." She repeatedly warned.
Mesmerized by the scene before him, Dan never took his eyes off her. Naked desire was written all over his face.
"Sorry, I couldn't avoid seeing it. I mean, who wouldn't want to have a glimpse of such a pristinely sculpted figure?" He posed, chuckling.
The innocent admission made her so embarrassed that she felt like digging out the whole room with her bare toes.
"You are not allowed to look!" She retorted, angrily.
Though her admonition sounded tough, her eyes were wide open, like a frightened rabbit.
"Look again? If you look again, I will dig your eyeballs out," she threatened.
Dan threw her a set of men's pajamas, said nothing, and turned to leave!
"Bang!"
It was not until the door was banged shut that Roslyn came back to her senses.
The pajamas were clean, with a faint jasmine scent, but they were too big. The top was like a nightgown on her, and she did not need pants at all.
She pulled off the veil, twisted it into a belt and tied it around her waist. The loose pajamas instantly turned into a nightgown. This way, she could walk around the house without wearing underwear and she did not have to worry about exposing herself.
After the shocking encounter with Dan, she felt very thirsty, and there was no water dispenser in the room. She walked out of the room to find some water.
Dan was sitting in the living room drinking tea. He stared as she approached.
He had a dull personality and his clothes were usually black and navy blue, and his pajamas were no exception.
He never knew that such a dull color would have a different effect on her.
The navy blue pajamas made her skin look even whiter and brighter. The white gauze belt with pearls around her waist showed her perfect figure, S-shaped curves, straight and slender legs...very little was left to the imagination.
A fire was ignited in his heart and coursed through his whole body. To camouflage his discomfort, he stood up and started pacing the floor.
"Are you drinking tea alone?" She giggled, licking her lips. Little did she know that this and her pink tongue were temptingly frustrating to Dan.
Recalling what had transpired in the bar, Dan's mind ran wild, fantasizing about what it could feel like to hold her in a warm, unending embrace.
"Yes." He looked away, poured her a cup, and motioned her to come over for tea.
"Thank you."
She sat opposite him, picked up the teacup and drank it all. The tea was fragrant and had a sweet aftertaste. Unfortunately, the content of the miniscule cup was too little to quench her thirst.
She looked at the mineral water bottle next to the tea table. Although she felt it was not very polite, she went on to request.
"Can I... have a big cup, please?"
He took the big cup next to him, poured a full cup of water and handed it to her. She stood up, leaned forward to take the cup, and realized that her chest was exposed.
She immediately withdrew her hand so as to cover her bosom. Dan thought she had caught the cup and he let it go. The cup tilted and a large amount of water poured on him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'll help you wipe it..." She started to apologise.
She took out a few tissues from the tissue box on the coffee table and hurried to wipe the water stains. She only focused on the water stains, but did not pay attention to where to wipe... When she found out the difference, she immediately blushed with shame and stopped!
"What! Why did you stop?" He teased, well aware that she must have touched his already-aroused shaft. "You are responsible for the mess, it is only fair that you correct it," he added, closed his eyes and waited.
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