*RENEE*
“Come here.”Marcelo beckoned at me.
I frowned.”Why?”
“Just come.”His gaze was intense and compelling.
Reluctantly,I stood up and walked up to him.
Without saying anything,he handed the dryer to me.
Does he want me to dry his hair?
“Are you going to pretend your arms don’t work now?”I asked.
“Ha ha.”He let out,sarcastically.”Mrs King,don’t you know I’m being overly patient with you,you are yet to attend to my need.”He made sure to stress the ‘need’ and I swallowed realizing what he meant.
Suppressing my annoyance,I began to dry his hair.Despite his often tough demeanor,his hair was unexpectedly soft.
This was my first time drying a man’s hair.The novelty of the task gradually piqued my interest.
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*MARCELO*
My eyes were closed
