HER RESISTANCE TO PLEASURE

For a while he accompanies me to their residence. It is on the top floor of their company building. Of course, they follow the trends here.

Like us, it has a sleek but more modern design. The floor is like a mystical glass, clean and full of tropical plants and various kinds over the what the hell would someone do that to the teapots used as pots?

The two of us put what we had bring to the living room table. It is a nice idea to live above on a building of your company, but we are not really a fan when it comes to earthquakes.

"How do you like my eggs? Raw? Cooked?" He suddenly asks me when I sit on their sofa.

I don't get it at first, but he is referring to his egg—not the actual egg… surely my guess.

I don't not interrupt his questions, but I feel hungry anyway.

Moments later as he walks around the kitchen I just felt guilty and completely answers to him.

"Noodles in Cup, scrambled. "That's all." I speak a little.

And then he did not answer back. Good.

A few minutes later as I wait watching every corner of this place, I smell some essences of noodles, it's thick to the nostrils and deliberating to the tongue. I get up quickly and slowly have to explore the kitchen.

And at a glance I have my eyes laid on him with empty shirts and just on apron revealing his back and his sides.

It's a good sight for some, but no I cannot be tempted by hell, I just go back to the sofa and thinking of waiting for him at the same time smelling the food he is cooking.

Not long after, he finally comes to the living room, carrying what he has cooked for me.

"I cooked them naturally the way you will like me." He grimaces that make me irks on his face. "Tch, you wish." I reply with a harsh sign of my sight.

Instead of noodles in cups that I requested, he made the noodles himself… and I didn't know he can cook... in one hand he took the scrambled egg and gave it to me.

I first take the egg he cooked, I understand that his family is in a healthy living now—and that means 'no rice'! And I cannot live with rice!

And I didn't expect that this one is… good.

He also sat on the other sofa, staring at me as I eat his err—egg.

I feel uneasy and discomfort of him looking at me, so I just bent my head down in coping to eat his egg.

After eating the free stuffs, he cooked for me. I am exhausted, and my stomach is a bit full.

As I put the dish on the table finely without making the glass top of it wouldn't sound, he suddenly stands up and approaches me, and picturing it out of a slow motion.

I just gulp as he removes his apron while staring at me, and I accidentally look at his toned body.

A mischievous face lay on him, he smiles at me, a smile I never see in him—a different kind of smile...