The kompromat to order

14.

 Taking out his key, Rob opened the front door and let me in first.

- Come in, - he followed me in and I could smell his scent so close that my skin instantly turned blue. - I ordered dinner from the restaurant downstairs, it should be delivered soon.

- Okay, - I replied discreetly.

Robert immediately went to the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room. I looked around, nothing had changed since the last time I was here. I heard some rustling coming from the kitchen, so I headed there, not wanting to be alone in the room. I entered the kitchen just as Rob was trying to bandage his arm. Only now did I notice that the knuckles on his hand were bruised and swollen. Chastising myself for not noticing it right away, I walked closer to him:

- May I help you?

He was embarrassed by my presence, but stopped trying to do it himself. He looked at me carefully and nodded, giving his consent.

I walked over and took a closer look at his hand, which was slightly swollen. I already realized that the blow was not weak, because Max could not get up. But now I saw the consequences of this blow for Rob.

- Do you have any soothing ointment?

- There's some medicine in that locker, but I don't know anything about it, so I didn't find anything.

- Can I look for it? - I asked, and after Rob's consent, I found something that would soothe the bruise.

I turned to Rob, treated his arm and wrapped it tightly. When I looked away from his hand, I noticed dark blue eyes seductively watching my every move. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him:

- Thank you.

- You're welcome, - I replied shyly.

- And I like feeling you care, - he added seductively.

- You don't have to beat someone to feel that, - I was surprised at my own frankness.

- I'll take it into consideration, - and he crushed my lips with a kiss so passionate and hot that I felt as if my feet had left the ground and I was somewhere else in another reality.

He put into that kiss all the words we hadn't said to each other, and I had no choice but to respond just as passionately. Because next to him, I couldn't resist my feelings. I wanted to be closer, to feel him with all the cells of my body. I was enjoying every second in his arms, every new touch and every next kiss.

The doorbell broke our passion. Rob looked at me smiling, but still holding me in his arms, and said:

- It must be dinner. I'll take it, and you can choose something to drink, - he pointed to a small glass cabinet with many bottles.

When Robert came out of the kitchen, I opened the cabinet and started looking at the bottles. Most of them were in French and Spanish, with a few bottles of whiskey in English and some other hieroglyphics I didn't recognize. Confused, I just stood there and looked, because I didn't see any familiar labels. As a rule, I don't drink often, but if I do, it's something inexpensive from the supermarket. And here I can't figure it out without the help of a sommelier.

- Can't you make up your mind? - I heard a playful voice behind me. Rob came up to me from behind and hugged me.

- I don't know much about this... - I said shyly.

- Tell me what you want.

- I'll trust your taste, - I said, trying not to show my ignorance.

- Then I suggest this young French wine. It's delicate, but at the same time rich and spicy... - he reached for the bottle, and after it was in his hand, he looked at me and added, - just like you.