Billie Bossa Nova

25.

Adan shut the door, leaving a suffocating tension in the room after what had happened. Billie wasn't quite able to move, but Kai did no later when his phone rang and he had to attend to a call. It lasted about two minutes, where he clarified to the person at the other end not to disturb his off days unless it was urgent. Billie had tried to leave during the call, but he gestured with a sharp shake of his head and a heavy glare when she started for the door that she should stay.

Kai walked to his nightstand, placing his phone down and saying, "I'm sorry. About Adan."

"It's not your fault," Billie shrugged. If anything, she was more shook of Kai's response to his father more than anything. They were not dating, they were barely even friends. Yet Kai raged war with his father at the mere threat of coming close to her. Should she be flattered or scared of his intense commitment and protection towards her? That he was willing to go against his father for her, who showed no promise of ever allowing him to get too close to her.

Kai kept his gaze on the floor, arms crossed. Like he was pondering something. She watched him wordlessly, hugging his blazer onto her tightly because his scent wifted across her entire body and possessed all her senses.

"Sleep here tonight."

Billie looked at the one bed in the room, no other comfortable place to sleep on but that. If not for the monotone, the words would have sounded quite suggestive. She glanced back at him. "I don't know if we should..."

"I'm not asking you to sleep with me." She would have added that in literally terms, he was but the man hated being interrupted. "It's only a precautionary measure. If you don't trust me, you should. I'm a gentleman, I'll act accordingly."

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip. It wasn't him she didn't trust, it was herself. Kai was standing before her with his hair messy from her hands rummaging through it during their earlier encounter and his lips swollen red. He was a walking temptation in the eyes of a prideless sinner such as herself. Her restraint, at the mere sight of him, dissolved into thin air.

Kai kept his eyes on her unwavering. He had this look about him that told her that he was not asking, but telling. The man delivered commands, not pleas.

"Billie." She lifted her gaze to him. A little shocked. Kai, to date, has never chosen to use her first name when addressing her save for the few intimate moments that they had. It was shocking to hear, predominantly pleasing. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

Kai Rivera was confident if anything. She realizes that upon initiating a kiss more than once, he knew that she was not opposed to sharing a bed with him. Billie blamed her hormones most of all. There were four of them, after all, one of them had to have been the traitor.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be-"

"I don't do anything I'm not sure of, " Kai replied.

"Okay."

"Good," he said. "Make yourself comfortable, then." He then excused himself politely, disappearing into the bathroom. There was that ominous sound again, that of him dropping his pants along with his belt on the floor. The one that reminded her of that night at the shower, with her thighs around his hips and hands sliding across his body. It was when the shower came on that she concluded that he must be washing up for bed.

Her eyes stayed at the bathroom door. Crack open. The mirror far inside the bathroom giving an unhindered display of his bare naked back as he began to step into the shower. That beautiful, tan, untainted and absolutely clean back bared for her to devour with her eyes.

Wash me

Red engulfed her skin, fire brewing beneath it. She pulled off Kai's blazer, the one soaking with his scent so that the heat would subside some, the cool air conditioner assisting tremendously. The naturally dim lighting of Kai's room did nothing to make the translucent sight of him in the shower through the mirror look any less sexy. Meaning she would have to break a war inside of her not to daringly enter the bathroom and repay him for that little favor against the door.