Mijoo rushed back into the room a few seconds later, her breath slightly labored from carrying the heavy toolbox. Her brow furrowed with determination as she struggled to maintain her grip on the cumbersome container.
With a determined expression, she took a step into the bathroom, her heels clicking against the floor. However, the smooth tiles beneath her shoes proved more treacherous than she anticipated. With a sudden slip, her foot slid out from under her, causing her to lose her balance and lurch forward.
Travis's reflexes kicked in instantly as he witnessed her stumble. With lightning speed, he lunged forward, reaching out to grasp the toolbox from her hands and simultaneously catching her in his arms before she could hit the ground. Time seemed to slow as he steadied her, his strong embrace ensuring she remained safe and secure.
He felt her breasts pressing against his chest, which raised his blood pressure in seconds.
"I might die here; honestly, I wouldn't mind. I wish I had Rito Yuuki's luck though. If I were him, I'm sure she and I would be on the floor, with her ass in my face and her face on my schlong," he thought.
"Well, history really does repeat itself. Are you alright?" He asked.
Mijoo's head was still reeling from the sudden fall, her senses heightened by the adrenaline rush. As Travis caught her, her hand instinctively found its place on his abdomen, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breath beneath her touch. A shiver ran down her spine at the intimate contact, sending a rush of warmth flooding through her veins.
"Yes, I'm fine," she managed to stammer out, her voice slightly breathless as she slowly backed away, her cheeks burning with a deep blush. Unable to meet Travis's gaze, she averted her eyes, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips, her heart still racing from the unexpected closeness.
As Travis turned around to begin fixing the sink, Mijoo's mind raced with a flurry of conflicting thoughts.
"I'm acting like I'm still in high school! Why can't I hold my urges when I'm with him? I mean, he's nice, handsome, and likes to tease me. I might like him... No, I can't like him. Even my daughter is older than him," she chided herself internally, trying to rationalize away the fluttering feeling in her chest.
"I should be done in a couple of minutes," Travis's voice pulled her back to the present moment. She nodded absentmindedly, her mind still consumed with a whirlwind of emotions, and silently walked away, leaving him to work on the sink.
As Mijoo retreated, her thoughts continued to spiral. "'I feel just like a wife again. Ahhh! Why am I thinking of that?' she lamented internally, the realization of her own vulnerability catching her off guard.
Meanwhile, Travis focused on the task at hand, his skilled hands deftly maneuvering the tools to repair the sink. However, his concentration wavered momentarily as he felt the dampness seeping through his clothes, a consequence of forgetting to shut off the water. 'Man, I hate this. Bad day to wear my Rick Owens,' he grumbled inwardly, mentally cursing his choice of attire.
"Travis, come eat," Mijoo's voice broke through his thoughts, offering a welcome interruption to his internal monologue.
"That's what every man in the world wants to hear after a long day of work. Even if I did barely do anything, I still did something," Travis mused wryly to himself, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he hoisted the toolbox onto his shoulder and made his way back inside.
"Are you done with the si—?" Mijoo's words caught in her throat as her eyes widened, her gaze involuntarily drawn to Travis's exposed physique beneath his shirt.
Travis looked every bit like your average '80s Dilf with that toned body, exuding an aura of rugged charm and masculinity. The muscles rippled beneath his skin, a testament to his strength and athleticism. The only thing that betrayed his youthful appearance was his boyish face, framed by tousled hair and a mischievous grin.
But when Mijoo raised her eyes to meet his, she was met with a playful glint that seemed to say, "Honey, I'm home and hungry," sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.
'Bro, it's still early in the morning.'
'Shut the fuck up, I'm talking.'
It's safe to say that Mijoo was completely smitten, her heart pounding with an intensity that matched the rapid rise of Travis's meter.
'I want him,' she admitted to herself, her desire plain as day.
"Yeah, I'm done. Wow, I need to change my clothes. I'll do that after I eat your wonderful food, of course," Travis remarked, his words pulling Mijoo back to reality with a jolt.
With a slight blush tinting her cheeks, Mijoo quickly busied herself with dishing out food for Travis. "Well, thank you. Expect many calls from me now on," she replied with a coy smile, her mind already racing with thoughts of future interactions with Travis.
"Oh, even late-night calls?" Travis inquired, a playful twinkle in his eye.
Mijoo couldn't help but giggle, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. "Stop it, Travis. You know I'm old enough to be your mother, right?" she replied, attempting to brush off his flirtatious remark.
"That doesn't seem like that to me. What I see is a beautiful woman in need of some loving," Travis persisted, his words laced with a hint of seduction.
'He must have a lot of experience. Each word makes me tingle,' Mijoo mused inwardly, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of his attention.
'Man, I don't even know what I'm saying, yet it seems like she likes it,' Travis thought to himself, surprised by the boldness of his own words and the positive response he was receiving.
"Let me get your number, by the way. I'll call each time I have a problem. By the way, we can also talk about the business thing, and other stuff of course," Mijoo suggested smoothly, eager to prolong their conversation.
Travis was pleasantly surprised by Mijoo's initiative. "Stuff like what?" he asked.
"I don't know. Well umm, if you're done with that, you can go change. You can come back after; I don't mind," Mijoo said, her words tinged with a subtle hint of reluctance. She shifted nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her apron as she awaited Travis's response, her heart fluttering with anticipation.
"I'm acting like a young maiden trying to ask her crush out on a date," Mijoo mused internally, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
"Sure, I'll do so, Honey," Travis replied in a smooth, sexy tone that sent shivers down Mijoo's spine. Her blush deepened at his words, and she couldn't help but pout slightly as he chuckled in response, his laughter only serving to intensify her
' Yeah, this is like your average discord mod interaction ' he thought.
TO BE CONTINUED
[ A/N: It sure does. Daddy is Mad Kitten!
Kitten: I'm sorry Daddy, please don't be mad at me( Says in cute anime girl tone)
Daddy: Good, now do the zero two dance
Butt naked!!
What!!!
PEACE]