"Shaunny, welcome back."
Wearing a silk sleeping robe with long sleeves, Marlena left the guestroom. On the gown's wine-red fabric, there were many white bunnies.
Her shoulder-length brown hair was thick and long like milk tea and fell over her shoulders. Her legs were fair and thin, just below the hem of her dress.
She looked like a sultry vixen.
Wesley's expression darkened. "Who said you could wear that as clothing in this place?" His words came out hard and fast, and a frown flitted across his brow.
"Like what?" The girl twirled innocently. "My butt and boobs are completely covered. All you can see are my shins and knees. Dressed like so, the Baird girls all go out on the town. What's wrong?"
He didn't know where to look. Granted, she wasn't dressed immodestly, but she sure as hell wasn't dressed in anything but her pajamas.
The man turned to look at her and immediately Marlena extended her hand to him. There's nothing you can do but have faith in the new chosen owners."Marlena continued, just a trace of flirtation in her voice "After all, when they did the renovations for us…"she raised a hand displaying a neat fresh bandage "…moving plants around I even managed to slice my palm"
He looked down to get a better look. Yes, there were a few tiny scabs on the soft flesh of her lovely palm.
Why wouldn't you?"
"Fine." He mumbled and then went back to his room.
She made a face at him as he disappeared, irritated.
This man has no respect for women at all. If it isn't because she wanted to become his ex-aunt, she really wouldn't be putting in so much effort to curry favor with this hard….
the next day 7am
Wesley's biological clock had him rising early and at the same time each day. He almost ran into the woman in the bathroom as she was brushing her teeth.
"Shady, good morning. Are you going for a morning run?" Marlena's eyes went to his running outfit; he looked like a spokesmen model in the all-black outfit, which was an old school style.
The man had a short temper, but you couldn't deny his beautiful perfection.
Also, he was keeping his short maintained by going for an early run.
He was a little taken aback.
Women in Baird's age group didn't get up early. "Well, just you wait until you go home for breakfast. I'll fix you something," she added in a wifely voice, "and it's more wholesome than store food."
He scowled. "That is not necessary. When do you plan on moving in?"
Her beautiful face momentarily went blank. "We are not getting cozy, if that's what you're worried about. I'm not interested in forming any kind of relationship with you, and I certainly have no use for you sexually." he replied.
He then walked out of the house.
Marlena had tears in her eyes from before she started. She did pull her hair a bit.
For a moment she stood in the living room, immobilized. Then she shook herself together and began to get breakfast.
The man ran around the block, then darted back through the door. He was hungry at once, for he sniffed a most savory odor issuing from the kitchen.
I made breakfast. There are some cinnamon buns and churros.
She had a pale-green apron on with little daisies on it, her head peeking from behind the kitchen door.
"I'd rather not eat dessert for breakfast."
He refused with a cold tone. He must have said that this morning to try and get her to leave the house. She had unexpectedly stayed, and she had even made his breakfast.
Eat what she made, for crying out loud? She looked like some prissy Baird lady who'd never had to work a day in her life, to me at first.
She was his sort of woman. Wesley opened the fridge and picked out a bottle of fresh milk.
Marlena frowned.
He was determined, it seemed, not to let the food she had prepared cross his lips.
Self-centered jerk.
Either way, she could easily appreciate the food for herself.
She returned to the kitchen to make the churros.
It was a few seconds before he came up for milk again. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that she was shaping the dough deftly with her fingers into long, thin strips, dropping them one by one into the churning golden oil. In a second they had risen to the top and were removed crisp and steaming; in another second they were on his plate, from which almost at once they travelled, worm-like and scalding hot, down his gullet.'
His eyes glinted with a flicker of light.
It must have taken years of practice to develop that skill.
He turned his gaze downward. It wasn't because he was sad but, rather, because it felt like he'd just stepped into an oven and the most delicious cinnamon buns with chocolate swirls were baking.
It was so warm in the kitchen that her cheeks turned a soft rosy shade of pink. She had the kind of skin that most women would pay good money for. But she didn't possess that edgy kind of jawline that seemed to be all the rage amongst today's Instagram models. No, her pleasantly round face only enhanced her youthful features.
When Marlena noticed he was staring, she playfully snatched up a churro and waggled it in front of his face. "You sure you don't want a bite of this, Shaunny-boy?"
He looked away, then put the milk in the microwave. Then he made a sandwich and sat down at the kitchen table to eat.
Beautiful brown churros come to mind, and he could taste nothing but what seemed suddenly dull and cold on his tongue.
He spread some fruit jam over one slice and looked even more pissed.
Just then, the lady returned from the kitchen again and set before him an entire banquet. A cup of hot chocolate, pancakes, cinnamon rolls and churros
She blinked at him in what he felt to be an unusually innocent manner, and he contracted his forehead into a stern frown. "Shaunny, it is all right if I eat here, isn't it?"
He didn't say anything while she went through her act.
She didn't fail to meet his expectation. "Sorry for being a sugar junkie. I really hate eating just a basic sandwich or a tasteless bowl of cereal every morning. My poor tastebuds…"
Afterwards, she took a big mouthful of the churros. A delighted smile graced her face as she savored the taste and closed her eyes.
The flavour that bursts into your mouth. The taste simply explodes on your palate. It tastes so good, mmm.
He said nothing at all.
Acting would be such a waste of this woman's talent. How on earth did he finish making his basic sandwich already?