The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Eight: kiss and freak

Ara's POV

   After a week of thinking about it thoroughly, I decided it was best I go for what my heart wanted. I'm Arabel Lee, if I remember correctly, what I want is what I get. For example, if I want Drake back, getting him away from Sharia is as easy as taking candy from a baby. I wouldn't tho, because I can never go back to my vomit.

   I rang the doorbell continuously. I needed to apologize for my erratic behavior to Mindy, then find out about their true relationship. I could perceive that gingerbread and cocoa scent again but I couldn't see any car other than Mindy's so I hoped he wasn't around. I didn't dress attractive enough to meet him. The door opened and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. My prayer wasn't answered because he was the one who opened the door. He was freaking shirtless and seductively licking something off his fingers, or maybe it was like that because it played in front of me in slow motion.

   My lips parted a bit as I ogled his body. He had a blue wolf's head tattooed to his front torso. The wolf was howling up at the silver moon also tattooed on his body. Have I ever mentioned my love for men with tattoos?

Lord help me!

   "Oh, hello Miss Angry Bird," his voice broke through my lustful admiration. I looked up at his face and he was smirking, I got caught.

   "G…g…g…g…g…" I said stammeringly. I scratched my arm awkwardly.

   "Good evening to you too," he said still smirking. Since my feet were my only saving grace for me, I meekly stared at them.

   "Can you let me into my Manager's house?" I asked with a voice I never expected to come from me. You know, since I was nervous and all.

   "My ‘friend’ went out to pick up her ma… husband," he accentuated the friend. I rolled my eyes. Right, he loves her.

   "Can I still come in? I'm going to wait," I asked politely, raising my head to give him a polite smile but my lips got caught in a gape. Damn his cute eyes!

   "Sure," he pushed the door wider and stepped aside. I inhaled and scurried into the house, fighting against the powerful urge to jump into his arms and kiss his lips out of order. I should have worn my lucky bracelet. "You look great by the way," is he mocking me? What was great about what I wore? I wasn't expecting to see him so I wore a Henley neck long-sleeve shirt with graphic pleated shorts and over the knees flared heels boots. I didn't see what was great about what I was wearing. Is he talking about my face?

   "Thank you," I muttered.

   "So since I'm the only one here, please sit," he said with a fake British accent. I ignored his bad use of the accent and sat down in the three-sitter teddy chair and crossed my legs. "What can I offer you, madam?" He asked gentlemanly with a slight bow, still maintaining the British accent. I chuckled. If only he knew how terrible it sounded. "You okay?"

   "Uhm yeah, I've been here more than you, if I want something, I know where to find it." That was not what I meant to say.

   "A simple ‘I'm okay’ or ‘I don't want anything’ would have been nice," he said bluntly, rolling his eyes away. "Suit yourself," he went to sit on the other chair far away from me. I didn't mean it that way. I was ruining everything again.

“Gosh, Arabel, you are an idiot!” I mentally face-palmed myself.

   He burst into laughter, causing me to flinch at the abrupt sound. "Relax, I was kidding," he laughed, maybe because of how tense I looked. "Sort off," he muttered. I knew it!