Roommates with the Bad Boy

Chapter Four-Nearly Naked

Suprising, the ice cream parlour trip was suprisingly uneventful.  Other then the occasional dirty joke or smart remark Aiden through my way, it was pretty cool.  Jules and Mase talked about their overwhelming day, rambling from one subject to another and talking over each other overexcitingly.  Aiden was really good with the kids.  Like really good.

 Everytime he made them laugh and smile I felt a little tickle in my heart.  So by the end of the trip I was very glad that we were leaving.  I thought I was going to have a heart attack with all the tickles I was feeling.  Not to mention all the butterflies that were having a ballet in stomach.  Everytime Aiden smiled as he talked and interacted with the twins he got this twinkle in his eye.  Like a glint of affection.  That only made the butterflies in my belly double and flutter faster then before.  They seemed to really like him.  They were becoming infatuated with him.  I could tell because their eyes glimmered with amazement and their mounths dropped in awe when he told them stories about his crazy cousins and family.

When we got home, we walked through the door and the smell of lasanga engluffed my nose and made my mouth water.  My stomach grumbled loudly and a soft, pink blush kept upon my cheeks.  

"Wow hungry hungry hippo.  We just ate."  Aiden directed towards me.  I stopped and scowled at him.  My pink blush turing a deep red with anger.  I turned on my heal and kept walking, heading towards the kitchen while the twins headed up stairs with Lucinda, our nanny, to get cleaned up.

"Go suck a dick."  I countered when I knew the twins were out of earshot.  He smirked at my remark and followed me into the kitchen with out a word.  I paced into the kitchen and hopped up onto the island as Grace elaborately plated the food.  She shot me a teasing scowl as she shooed me off from the island with her wooden spoon. 

"Shoo, shoo.  Get off my counter little lady."  Even though she was serious she gave me a playful smile.  I giggled as I retreated from the kitchen,  padding in to the dining room.  I sat down at the table,  spreading the white silk napkin over my lap, preparing myself for dinner.

"Are you seriously still going to eat after all that ice cream you ate?"  Aiden asked, watching me as he leaned against the dining room door, oh so sexily.

Wait, did I really just think that?! No stop it right now.  You can NOT think that.  Not about this jack ass perv.

"I mean really, after all the shit you shoveled into your mouth.  You ate that ice cream like there was no tomorrow."  He made my blood boil.  I hated him.  With a passion.

"Go die."  I replied with all seriousness.  His smirk flautered for a second but was back as soon as it disappeared.  

"I couldnt stand  leaving my barbie." He said, as he slowly stalked towards me.

"Barbie?"  I asked.  Cocking my eyebrow at him.  "Thats new.  What happened to Princess?"

"Youre still a Princess but now I see youre a barbie too."  His smirk growing wider, if thats even possible.  His face was now inches away from mine.  Realizing this, I froze, my breathing hitched, butterflies danced erractically in my stomach, and a deep red blush painted my cheeks.  His eyes were unreadable but they stared into mine intensely.  They were so enchanting I couldnt bring myself to look away from them.  A throat cleared behind us and I looked up quickly as my blush deepend even more at the sight of Grace looking at us suspiciously.  She placed the food on the table infront of us and walked out quickly. "You two have fun now you hear."  She said as she galnced back at us, her eyes glinting with mishcief and amusement.

I stood up hastily and I rammed my head into his accidently.  We both groaned loudly as we clutched our heads.  I stumbled backwards dizzly with the collision.  I fumbled over my chair and lurched backwards.  His hands reached out to grip my hips and catch me from falling, but I was falling too fast.  I let out a high pitched screech as I flew back into the table, my face landing into the plate of lasagna.