Madame

Chapter 18

Elizabeth's POV

I set down two mugs, leaning against the counter and waiting for the water to stop boiling. The water stops boiling, and I leave it where it is, then go to get honey from the cupboard, taking out a few leaves of mint from my fridge, placing a bit of each ingredient in each cup.

I know she's awake, I heard her shower in my bathroom a while ago, but she hasn't come out yet. I should have probably given her some extra clothes, but I'm sure she'll find something she likes in my closet.

I continue with what I'm doing, shooing the younger woman from my thoughts as I pop some toast into the toaster, set out some butter and jam onto the little bar table, and accompany them with a knife and spoon.

I hear the door to my room open, slippers shuffling across the wood floor, making my head raise, mustering the woman who sheepishly grips a towel to her chest. Her full breasts peek out from atop the towel, her hand desperately trying to hide them. Her wet hair cascading down her shoulders, small drops of water occasionally sliding into the towel. I feel a smile pull at the corners of my lips, "Is this your way of seducing me?" I chuckle, noticing how quickly her tanned cheeks adopted a pinkish tint from embarrassment.

She scoffs, shaking her wet hair, "You wish. I just need some clothes." She composes herself rather quickly, but a sly smirk stays on her lips. I walk around the bar, walking past her and to my room, not missing the opportunity to give her a quick one over as I pass her.

I hear her scoff again, picturing those pretty eyes rolling to the back of her head as she pretends to be annoyed makes my heart skip a beat. My hand shifts through my closet, stuck on what to give her, "Sweats and a shirt alright?" I ask her, letting my hand rest on a pair of baggy navy blue sweats remembering she doesn't like to wear shorts.

"Yeah, whatever, I don't care." She gives me her honest thoughts, making me grin at her bluntness. I open a drawer, my finger tips grazing over a form-fitted shirt, assuming that it'll fit her better, seeing that her torso is smaller than mine.

I return to the kitchen after leaving the room so she can change. I shuffle my feet to the toaster where the toast had popped out when I was in the other room. I pop a few more slices into the toaster, not knowing how much she eats in the morning.

"Smells nice." Her soft voice comes out of nowhere, making me jump, "Shit, make some noise when you enter a room, will you?" I scold her, earning a short chuckle from the amused girl. "Not my fault you're jumpy." She shrugs

I turn around to throw her a glare but I lose focus as I take her in. The sweats I gave her are low on her hips, the ends of the pants pooling at her feet as we differ in height by a few inches. The black fitted shirt ends just above the pants, her lower stomach teasing me as it moves with her arms. My eyes wander up her stomach and to her breasts that seem painfully trapped in the material, her bra slightly visible from underneath the thin cloth. Her breasts coming outwards like a 3D experience, contrasting from her rather small body.

"Stop that." She scolds, regaining my attention to her eyes, where mine should have been in the first place. But I can't help but steal a quick glance again. It's always sexy to see women in things that show off skin but nothing prepared me to see this woman fully clothed in a baggy/tight outfit. Makes her even more-, "Elizabeth, seriously!" She groans, crossing her arms under her chest not helping my already helpless situation.

I roll my eyes and place the plate of warm toast on the bar, getting the hot water from the kettle and pouring it into both cups, lightly sliding one to her. She looks at me in a questionable manner, "It's mint, honey, and lemon tea. It's good for you; drink it." I say rather harshly, embarrassed that I got caught ogling... I mean inspecting her twice.