She even had a cup of coffee to enjoy right now. Overall, it sounded like an extremely wonderful way to spend the morning.
“Here, this is your coffee.” She smiled as she placed the cup on his desk. She then turned to his bookshelf, grabbed a book from there, and sat on the couch. With crossed legs, she read as she sipped on her coffee.
For some reason, when he saw that she had taken over his room without asking. he felt happy. This was a sign that she felt safe in the room once more.
He then sat down beside her, pulled out his laptop, and checked his emails. Although they did not speak to each other, they felt at ease sharing the same room.
Angela had selected a book on evolution. Although the book was filled to the brim with concepts that were hard to comprehend, she still forced herself to slowly mull over every word she read. Had he even read this himself?
A few minutes later, a question struck her: Since the coffee was quite hot just now, was he hurt when she spilled it on him?
Could the thin layer of fabric prevent the hot coffee from burning his skin?
“I…. Are you okay?” she asked as she bit her lips.
‘I’m fine.” He continued staring at his laptop, not even looking up to answer her.
“Are you really okay? Do you need to go get it checked out?” Getting hurt in that
spot was no small matter! Injuries like that should not be ignored.
He frowned. “There is no need for that.”
His reaction made her realize teasing him could be quite fun. As such, she grew bolder and even went so far as to push his limits.
She moved to sit beside him., then tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, revealing her fair face, and smiled coquettishly at him.
“Should I take a look at it, Mr. Richard?”
Angela then moved as if to reach down his pants.
Inmediately, Richard grabbed her wrist. stopping her. She then slipped down to place her head on his lap. With a tug at the elastic holding her hair together, the long strands sprawled out across his thighs.
Her beautiful slanted eyes softly shimmered up at him. She looked so enticing, yet her gaze looked so clean and innocent.
Sunlight shining in through the window made her skin appear as fair as snow. Her cheeks were gently dusted with an embarrassed blush, and she looked so charming that he was mesmerized.
There was a slight hitch in his breathing. His hand was still wrapped around her wrist, but he did not know what to do next.
Angela was a woman, after all! She knew just how to make a man happy with her pretty looks.
She smiled as her bright eyes shone with pride. “Am I beautiful, Mr. Richard?”
Richard looked back at her with eyes so deep that there was no way to tell what emotions were hiding in them.
“Get up,” he coldly commanded.
Realizing how boring he was being, she moved to stand up. Just then, there was a sharp tug on her hair.
“Ouch!” she cried out in pain, instinctively moving her head closer to where the stuck tendrils of her hair were. Without thinking, she moved to fiddle with the object that her hair was stuck on -his belt buckle.
“Don’t move,” he rasped out. Still, he was too late. Angela had touched something she should not have.
Her hands immediately shot back as if she had been zapped. Her blush extended up to her ears.
He was…
