Don 3: Heart's Desire

Chapter 21

Don lit a cigar and slowly savored it on the way back to Roma's apartment. Roma was dead against this nasty habit but she couldn't help but stare at him smoking. There was something particularly sensual in the way he would exhale the smoke, not to mention how he'd caress the cigar with his luscious lips.

'... You still with me?'

'Huh?'

Don frowned 'You really must be tired. Having trouble focusing?'

She blushed. Actually she was having trouble breathing, walking without stumbling while staring at him, keeping her heart beat under normal rates... keeping it together, in short.

'I'm a bit tired' Roma lied. In fact, she was well rested. But didn't have a better excuse for her silliness.

'I thought I was getting the bed' Don playfully pouted walking backwards.

'You can have it' Roma shrugged 'I don't mind sleeping on the couch. At least I fit on it'

'I'm willing to share the bed' Don raised an eyebrow, his voice deep

Roma gave him a suspicious look 'Regardless...'

Don chuckled 'Don't worry sweetheart, you can have the bed to yourself'

Roma decided not to argue. Sometimes he could be so domineering just by uttering a simple sentence.

While Don was showering, Roma tried not to picture him in her shower and instead focus on making the couch more suitable for sleeping. She brought him a pillow and a sheet to cover.
Suddenly she heard the tap go off and she knew she had to hurry back into her bedroom before he came back, so she tiptoed hurriedly back to her room but just as she was about to reach it, Don stepped out of the bathroom.
Roma swallowed hard and couldn't help but stare at him. His hair was wet, and it seemed longer and a tad curly this way, water dripping onto his torso, which again took her breath away. But most shocking, the small towel that circled his waist caused her a mini heart attack. She may have glanced at his feet that would make any tennis player envious, but sure enough her eyes were back on his towel and rested there for a little (longer) while.

Don rested his palms on his hips 'You're staring again' he merely whispered

'I'm- uhm, sorry. You should have asked for a bigger towel'

Don chuckled and crossed his arms, his muscles flexing. One more moment and she would faint, she resolved.

'Well, good night' she grabbed the bedroom's doorknob.

'Not so fast' he grabbed her elbow

She swallowed again. "This is it. It's happening" was all she could think of. The sexual tension between them was building up, she could feel it. In fact it was so thick she could slice it with a knife.

'Where can I find a hair drier?'

She frowned questioningly "A what??!" that was not what she had expected him to ask. Not at all.

He then shook his head playfully spreading beads of water all over her.

'Oh. In the bathroom. Bottom drawer'

He winked and returned to the bathroom. She entered her bedroom and shut the door, leaning against it. She was panting. She was shaking. He was just there, right in front of her. All of him. Every single inch of that gorgeous man was right there. All she had to do was show him the slightest hint that she was willing... and she'd have him all to herself. All of him. Every single inch... "Ah. I'm delirious!" She paced the room nervously. Suddenly she heard him exit the bathroom once again, and even sighing as he lied on the sofa. This was her chance. She headed towards the door and stopped, squirming. "No, no, no! Roma, you cannot do this. No!" she began pacing again, fidgeting with different objects on her vanity.