Tutor Chic #2nd book of the Chic series

6: Investment

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6: Investment

Cain stood frozen in the middle of his room for what seemed like hours. When he regained the feel of his hand by his side again, he reached up and touched his cheek, which still felt scorching hot from the previous assault by his tutor.

She kissed him. Just like that!

He felt his lips twitching before a full smile broke his defenses.

Shit. She kissed him.

He wasn't sure how he felt at that moment, but something tight in his chest released all its tension at the small gesture. He wanted to sit down and relish the feeling of her soft lips on his cheek.

The little moment of euphoria vanished when his phone buzzed inside his pocket, and his dark mood came down crashing.

"Yes?" he answered.

"There's a trail on Ralphy." The man on the other side of the line said.

"Send me the details." Cain ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket. He racked his fingers through his hair and took a long breath. When he opened his eyes, all the darkness that usually surrounded him thickened and clouded any feelings he tried to reach that day, and he found himself walking out of his cottage and into the garage.

He couldn't let himself feel. It was not allowed.

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Seven in the morning the next day, Faye was already at the Vanderbilt's, holding a medium sized basket with pre-made sandwiches she purchased from the convenient store by the fuel station on her way over. She liked to call them a little investment. The previous day, Cain and she only ate some left over cold pizza that was in his mini fridge. She hoped –now that she didn't have his keys to trap him- that she would persuade him to study with her by appealing to his appetite.

When she was in front of his door, she felt anxious once again, but knocked on the door anyway.

"Cain?" she called, "It's me, Faye."

A shuffling sounded came from inside and Faye bit back a smile. A minute later, the door opened, and her breathing hitched to a stop at the sight of him. Instead of getting used to how he looked in the morning, Faye couldn't help but find herself mesmerized by his messy dark hair standing in different directions, the front section falling over his eyes and slightly covering them. His lips still dry from sleep and his eyes squinting down at her, the grey irises in them clear in the sunlight.

"'Morning." She said, pushing her way through and brushing by his side in the process.

"You again." He muttered.

Faye rolled her eyes and turned to him, setting her basket on the floor. "Yes, me again. Who'd you think?"

Disregarding her question, Cain looked down at the intruding basket then back up at her.

"This is food." She said, bending down and opening the lid, "I brought breakfast. I don't think it's a good idea to live off of pizza again."

He looked up from the basket to meat her eyes, and then looked away, scratching the back of his head. "Give me a minute." He said gruffly before he walked to the bathroom.