Kyoya's Secret Kitten

Chapter 16

Yuki's POV

"Do we need to talk right away or can I take a shower first?" I asked as we walked up the stairs. Kyoya let out a soft chuckle.

"You can shower first if you would like." He answered cooly. "That way if, the conversation takes a while, you'll at least be comfortable."

"You wouldn't mind waiting in your room unitl I'm done, would you?" I requested shyly. It's not like I thought he would try and force me into anything, I just felt uncomfortable having a man waiting in the next room while I was in the shower.

"Of course. I'm willing to do whatever puts your mind at ease." He agreed as we reached the top of the stairs. "Besides, that means I can be comfortable as well." I nodded my head and quickly went into my room. Closing the door behind me, I hung up the gorgeous dress and shut myself in the bathroom. Within a few minutes, I was showered and dressed in some comfortable pajamas. I started for Kyoya's room when a thought occurred to me. He might not be dressed yet. As soon as the thought came to mind, so did the mental image of a shirtless Kyoya laying across the bed. His eyes beckoning to me, and his perfect skin stretched taught across his toned torso. His raven hair still damp and clinging to the edges of his face. I tried to banish the image from my mind, but it lingered, causing a blush to rise to my cheeks. I opened my door and peeked at the door next to mine. It was closed. I let out a sigh of relief and stepped in front of the closed door. I raised my hand, gently rapping my knuckles on the smooth wood. At first there was silence, but then movement sounded on the other side just before the door was flung open. Kyoya appeared in the doorway, toweling his hair and dressed only in a pair of flannel pants. I quickly looked down so that he wouldn't see my cheeks growing red.

"I just wanted to let you know that I was out of the shower and ready to talk." I muttered nervously. 

"All right, I'll be there in a moment." He responded cooly. I turned on my heel, hoping to escape the overwhelming sight before me, but Kyoya spoke again. "Next time be more careful with the water temperature. You look like you've got a fever." I froze in my tracks. After a moment of silence, I nodded and half ran back to my own room. I practically slammed the door shut and leaned against it before letting out a sigh of relief.

"He would have to be shirtless." I muttered, rolling my eyes. I stepped away from the door and plopped down on the bed. I noticed a book sitting on the nearby chair. "Crime and Punishment." I read the title aloud. I picked up the book and began reading while I was waiting for Kyoya to appear. I hadn't read more than a few chapters when my door opened and Kyoya stepped into the room. "At least he put on a shirt." I noticed. Although, if I'm honest, it reallly didn't make much difference. I set the book down and made room for him on the bed. "What do we need to talk about?" I asked as Kyoya strode across the room and settled in next to me.

"There's no delicate way to put this so I'm just going to come out and say it." He began, sounding mildly frustrated. "My father is coming home at the end of the week. He's a cold and calculating man, and there's no way that he would..." Kyoya seemed to be struggling to find the right words.

"There's no way he would approve of me staying here, let alone us having a relationship." I finished.

"Unfortunately, yes." Kyoya paused for a moment before placing his hand over mine. "I'm trying to figure out a way that he would let you stay here, but I'm at a loss. The only people who live on the estate are my family and the staff." He admitted. I thought for a moment before an idea hit me.

"Where's your chef?" I interrupted. Kyoya turned to me with a puzzled expression.

"He's away for two months between some health issues and visiting family. Why do you ask?" I ignored Kyoya's question and asked another.