Meanwhile inside Ann's apartment.
" Why did you do that? That was rude. Shutting the door in his face." Ann did not feel nice about what Michael just did.
"What? I did nothing wrong. Besides, you have to take rest. Where is your room?"
Michael started roaming around as if he lived there.
Ann's apartment was small but very well kept. It had a kitchen and a spacious room apart from the living room.
"Wow Ann, I am impressed. You have got a nice apartment here. It's well arranged. I remember you saying earlier that you have a studio apartment. But this is quite spacious and is actually a one room flat." Michael raised his eyebrows as if questioning her -
Did you purposefully said that to me so I wouldn't stay here?
Ann was caught off guard. Yes of course, that was her intention. But she could not agree to that.
"No.. no.. This space is a one bedroom for me but for a billionaire like you, this will be considered as a studio apartment, right? That's what I meant." She avoided his eyes while talking.
"I will go and freshen up now. I have that distinctive hospital smell on me." She walked two steps towards her room and turned around. "Do you need to freshen up? There is only one bathroom and its in my room."
"You go ahead. I told Edward to bring some of my stuff. I will take a shower after that."
"O..ok" Ann shuttered. She quickly walked to the room and closed the door.
"Thump thump thump..." He is going to take a bath? In my washroom..."
A dripping wet half-naked body of Michael flashed in her thoughts.
Ann covered her face with her palm "Not good...Not good..." and then ran towards her bathroom.
Michael went straight to the kitchen. He looked around.
" Pheww...Do I really need to do this? That jackass Nick told me to cook for her. "A way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Men and women are equal. So a way to a woman's heart should be also through her stomach right?" He remembered what his best bud Nick had said to him.
" But what should I cook?" Every thing seemed new to him. "I really don't even know the basics."
Michael was a perfectionist at everything he does, except for cooking. The truth is that he hadn't made any serious effort. He once tried to learn it but stopped it as soon as he got a small cut on his finger. This was way before he had met Ann. After Ann came into his life, he didn't bother to learn anymore since Ann was a fabulous cook. "Does she still cook as well as before?" he thought.
"Hmm..So what should I cook?"
He opened the fridge.
"Oh..wow..her fridge is loaded. But Damn!, It's useless for me."
He took some eggs, tomatoes, onions, greens and chillies to make an omelet.
He washed the veggies and began to dice it. He was very careful this time not to make a cut on his fingers and was doing a good job when he suddenly noticed someone standing behind him. He made a quick backward glance.
"Ahhh..." The knife went through his finger making a small cut and blood started coming from it.
Hearing his cry, Ann quickly looked down at his finger and saw blood oozing out of the scraped skin.
"Oh God!!. You are bleeding!.".Ann suddenly pulled Michael's hand and washed it with water. She was really worried since the blood was not stopping.
Michael on the other hand was enjoying everything. Her closeness, her touch, her worried expression - he was enjoying every bit of her affection without caring for his wound.
"It's not a deep cut but the blood is not clotting."
Ann absent-mindedly put his finger into her mouth and started sucking it."