Zena eyes widened as she watched him shake off the residual moisture from his hair. She didn't miss the way the drops of water rolled down every ab on his defined stomach and how much larger his biceps looked compared to when he was in a suit. Sure, he was already so fit and good-looking before this was just... where were all those muscles hiding?
"Are you done?" Xerxes' baritone voice brought her back to reality, and she finally blinked, coughed and stepped backwards. She looked up at him. "What are you doing here? I thought you said you had work to do or something."
"I changed my mind, besides I should be asking you that question. What the hell are you doing here? This is my room."
"Your room?" She repeated, using the opportunity to glance around once more. "Why would they bring my luggage here?"
Xerxes chuckled. "Maybe because you asked them to?"
Zena shook her head. "Now why in heaven's name would I do that?"
He threw his hands in the air, pulling off the smaller towel around his neck and combing off the wet hair that hung over his eyes. Zena swallowed as she watched each movement with rapt attention.
"Who but you know the evil that goes on in that messed up brain of yours? I mean, you were the one claiming you loved me in front of grandfather"
Zena huffed, "I know. Why did I say that?"
Xerxes' jaw twitched and his eyes narrowed. "Get out! Now."
Zena nodded then walked to her bag and suitcase and grabbed them as she walked towards the door.
"You are forgetting something," Xerxes said and she turned around to see her scarf in his hands.
"When did that fall out?" She wondered out loud.
"When you were ogling me," he stated matter of fact and she reddened.
Shaking off the creeping blush, she walked to him to take the scarf and the moment she held it his grip on the chiffon material tightened and she was forced to look up at him. "What are you doing?" She asked, her chest thumping at double speed. Whether it was fear or just a startling need that caused it, she could not tell. She couldn't think properly when he was standing so close to her, wearing so little.
Xerxes took a step forward, closing the gap between them so she had to strain her neck to maintain eye contact.
Xerxes' eyes narrowed when he saw her tinted cheeks and pink ears. The way she wouldn't meet his gaze. Was she being serious right now?
"You know nothing will ever happen between us right?"
Zena blinked at him, unable to think with him so close. "What?"
"Even if you were the last woman on earth, I would not touch you with a ten-foot pole."
Zena's lips parted. "L-li-like I want something to happen!" She stuttered, stumbling from him in shock and slight embarrassment. She spun around in that instant and stormed out of the room.
"Younger miss? Where are you going?" A male voice called to her, and she turned around to see an older man, probably in his mid-fifties in a uniform, staring at her.
"Your staff must have made a mistake bringing me here. I want another room. Perhaps one closer to the twins?"
"But this is the closest suite to the nursery, and the chiarman has insited that you and the young master stay in the same quarters."
"What?!"
"What?!"
Both Xerxes and Zena exclaimed at the same time. Zena jumped in fright when she noticed he was standing right behind her. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" she huffed, placing her hand on her chest. "How are you outside already?" She asked when she eyes the large shirt and sweatpants he was wearing.
"That's none of your business," he stated bluntly, and Zena shook her head at the absurdity of the situation. How did he look so good in everything?!
He basically when from hot to sexy to cute all in one day. Seriously, what exactly happened between him and Xian that would make this woman antagonize such eye candy? Plus, she wasn't ugly either, so the problem of having a better-looking partner wasn't a problem.
Zena shook her head vigorously. 'Get over it, Zena!' She yelled inwardly. 'You cannot fall for his devastating good looks. Pretty boys are trouble!'