Saving Brownie | ✔

Chapter 36 : My Gold

"George, Ian here. Can I come in?" I heard Ian's soft voice as he knocked on the door.

"Hell naw! I'm butt naked here, I can't find my new underwear!"

"Oh, erm . . . I'll just wait outside here then," he said dubiously and I heard him cough awkwardly.

I threw clothes from outside my bag until I found my golden coloured, custom made, diaphanous underwear which provided comfort along with a sexy feeling inside. Ah, I could wear this sheer underwear around my neck like a golden jewel since it shone  brightly under the gauzy sun.

I quickly slipped into my underwear when I heard Ian's voice, "Are you getting dressed?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Don't."

"What-Ian, you naughty bean---"

"No, no, no," he quickly cut me off. "That's not what I meant. I got you a birthday present, a tuxedo for you to try on. If you ---"

"OH MY GOD!" I squealed in delight resembling Janice from Friends and nearly opened the door until I realized I was just wearing my sheer underwear.

Every birthday I got girly stuff like skirts, dresses, frilly bows, pink bicycle, cosmetics, heel sandals and all that nonsensical things which were neatly packed and kept to rot in the storage room. All the kids at school tried their best to turn me into a whiny girl by buying me cute little shit, but I refused to give up on my tomboy self. The last time I fit into a dress or skirt was in second grade for an annual concert where I looked ridiculous twirling on the stage wearing a muddy skirt and cracking a constipated, forceful smile.

I hurriedly tied the thick robe around me and opened the door for Ian to come in. He just smiled politely and handed me the present which I nearly snatched from him. I tore the neat, gift wrap and opened the box, inside lay a gorgeous black tuxedo for women.

"This is stunning, probably the best birthday present I ever got!" I pulled Ian into a quick hug and gushed over the tux.

"I'm so glad you liked it---"

"I loved it!"

"---but I got to go now for a while. I'll meet you by four in the noon," Ian said glibly and I again squeezed him into a hug before he could leave.

"I'm wearing this now since I don't know when and where to wear. By the way, who gave you my size?"

"Clark did." Of course he did, he knew my size since he did my online shopping a few days ago. Suddenly, I felt a warm, fuzzy feeling bubble inside me which I tried to suppress deep within.

* * *

I was nibbling on my peanut butter and jelly sandwich which was suddenly snatched away from my hand. I frowned at Clark who tossed the half eaten sandwich on a plate kept nearby.

"Why did you do that?" I whined and he pushed a tray filled with delicious waffles, bacon and strawberry milkshake on the wicker table.

"You asked for homemade food back at the hotel, so here you go," he said nonchalantly and turned his back towards me.

"You made all this?" I took a long slurp of the strawberry milkshake, arching my brows at him. "For me?"

He shrugged and was busy chopping vegetables. "Nice tux."

"I know right!" I swallowed the tasty waffle. "Ian got me this, but I'm still waiting for your present. Did you get me anything or not?"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, it's my birthday!" I sprang to my feet enthusiastically and peeked over his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Cooking you a birthday lunch," he replied curtly and I clasped my hands together.

"Really? Then make me a lasagne please," I pleaded and batted my eyelashes. "I miss my mum's lasagne and since you weirdly cook exactly like my mum, I mean the flavours and all, it would be nice eating lasagne you know?"

He just nodded and I quickly gobbled the rest of my breakfast. It was by far the best breakfast I ever had since my mum passed away.

"How was breakfast?" Clark asked quietly and continued to murder the vegetables.

"It was yum!" I grinned and noticing Clark smile in response, my grin grew broader.

"Brownie . . . I'm getting bored here. Let me help you with cooking, I can be your sous-chef." I tried to grab the chopped vegetables from him, but he swiftly put it away from my reach.

I scowled and tried to do something productive by forcing my service on him, but he managed to not allow me near the cooking food. Disappointed, I sat on the counter and licked a spoonful of nutella. I studied Clark from under my lashes, his focus solely on cooking which kind of made him look sexy. Men who could cook well were my ultimate weakness.

Suddenly, Clark stood between my opened legs and his arms went around me. My breath hitched as we stared at each other wide-eyed and Clark slowly backed away with a box of spices in his hand. He kept the box away and again stood in between my parted legs. My mouth was filled with nutella, nutella dripping from my lips when Clark leaned forward and caught my lips in his- kissing me with a slow, burning passion- robbing me of my nutella.

His arms gripped my hips and my legs wrapped around his waist. All I could taste was nutella- the hazelnut, chocolate flavour. I felt hot sitting there in a tuxedo as I gripped the counter edge. My eyes shut in its own accord and my lips moved in rhythm with his and he slowly rubbed my back, sending odd sensations throughout my body. He pulled away a little and I whimpered, wanting more. Nutella was smeared all over his lips and he smirked in satisfaction.

I was panting and after I regained my senses, I pointed in accusation, "You stole all my nutella!"

He was just about to say something when his eyes narrowed at my hips. I looked down and saw the golden waistband of my underwear peeking through my trousers. The sun's rays coming from the large windows made my translucent underwear glitter like precious stones.

"Holy shit, my underwear really shines under the sun!" I jumped in delight on the floor and my fingers grazed the waistband of my underwear.

Clark looked bewildered as I started unzipping my trousers. He quickly caught my wrist and asked in a husky voice, "What are you doing?"

"I wanted to see my underwear glimmering under the sun like gold. You don't want to see?" I blinked innocently and internally smirked when Clark's face twisted into a pained expression.

"No, I . . . erm going," he said awkwardly and stalked away, leaving the chopped vegetables on the counter.