Green-minded (EDITING) ✔

F I V E: Roommates

My hands feel cold and sweaty once again. My heart accelerated. Why is this always happening to me?

I've never been this nervous in my entire life and I know the reason. I'll be alone in a room with a guy and of all men, it's the playboy, Tony Green. I'm not confident about this.

I let go of his hand and face him, "Why did you come with me? You should've gone with your girlfriend, Joan."

We're at the hallway, on the way to our room. The lights are dim. He stares at me intently, smiling from ear to ear, "Are you jealous again?" He pushes my shoulders lightly until I feel the wall on my back. He cups my face with his hands and moves his face closer to mine. OMG! Is he going to kiss me?

My eyes widen in shock. His gestures are far from what I expect and we're not even in our room yet. He moves his body closer to mine and I can feel the heat radiating from him. My stomach churned and I stare at his beautiful light blue eyes and he stares at mine. My cheeks blush and I can feel the tension between us. I'm running out of breath.

"She's not my girlfriend. Plus, I only have my eyes on you." He says it with confidence and it seems like he's telling the truth. Or not. He confuses me, really.

"Y-you're n-not my type." Why do I have to stutter in this situation? I can't embarrass myself like this.

He moves his face closer, his minty fresh breath fans my face, it's like just half an inch and we're about to kiss. I automatically close my eyes, waiting for our lips to meet.

"I don't think so. I'm sure you're type because you like me to kiss you now." He then let go of my face and pulled away from me. I heave a sigh. Is it a sigh of relief or disappointment? Really, Ash? Wake up! He's just playing you!

I see him walk away. It feels weird. Am I waiting for him to kiss me? Am I feeling that he let me down? He's such a tease! Argh!

He's in front of a white wooden door. I followed him immediately. He opens it with a golden key given to us by the receptionist. The room is very impressive.

We entered a big, white executive room. There's a white king-sized bed on the far end with red and white rose petals on top shaped like a heart. Roses are also spread out on the floor. There's a fully furnished kitchen, dining area, a mini bar with a lot of wine bottles lined up on the cabinet, and one bathroom. A widescreen TV is also in front of the bed.

Beside the bed is a large window. I open it to let in some air, the room is wide but it still feels stuffy when Tony's presence fills the room. The window leads to a small balcony. I enter it and the view of the sea is great but the air is too chilly, I went in without any delay.

I bumped into someone's hard chest and I don't have to think who it is, we're the only ones in this room, alone. Why is his chest so sexy? And will you look at those broad shoulders and well-toned arms?

"Checking me out, huh?" His baritone voice echoes the room. Even his voice is too sexy.

I clear my throat, "No, I'm not!"

I step inside the room and examine it one more time. That's when it dawned on me.

There's no sofa! I gasp.

I face Tony and he's grinning. OMG! He knows what I'm thinking-- again. He's truly a mind-reader.

I'm sure that my face is now white as snow. Nervous is an understatement.

"That's right, we're going to share a bed. Calm down, I won't bite." His eyes beaming.

"Are you kidding me?! I'm sure you'll jump into every opportunity to bed a girl." Okay, that's harsh. I can't contain my anger and I know it's not right to channel that on him, it's not his fault anyway.