Temptation

7

Vernon's POV

She stood right in front of the stairs with a sign of delight on her face.

"Good to see you too, Vernon. If I'm allowed to call you that," she shrugged as she grinned at me.

"Oh-of course you are," I said as I let out a little laugh.

"By the way, why was I called?" she asked as she tilted her head in confusion.

I paused at my position, rolling my tongue inwards.

"Come upstairs, I'll tell you," I waved my hands at her.

"Why? We can talk here?"

"Why do you not want to come upstairs? There are much more luxuries if you want to rest," I tried to convince her.

"There are too many stairs. I can't. I'll pass out," she argued.

"So you want me to carry you bridal style?" I flirted.

"Sir, I never mentioned so. It just isn't decent to offer someone to one's bedroom right away," she said.

"Aw honey, I never said I was taking you to my bedroom. There's a living room upstairs. But if you want to go to my bedroom, I'd love to take your there," I faked a smile as I felt proud to twist the entire thing.

"No, thank you," she boldly said with an eye-roll as she herself started stepping up to the staircase.

She never fails to put up her confidence, huh?

...

As I followed her steps, I saw her wander around the lobby and peek into every room with both her hands at the back, locked into one another.

She found her way to my bedroom. As she peeked into it, she stepped inside.

Oh?

"Hmghm! I heard, entering someone's bedroom without their permission is a bad manner," I faked a cough.

"I'm pretty sure you didn't call me up here to teach me manners," she said as she looked around the room.

"So did you? Just a few minutes back you said it was indecent to take someone to one's bedroom right away, how about that?" I redirected.

"Shut up. This is beautiful," she praised as she stared at my personal showcase full of artistic show pieces.

I let her admire the things around. She's so humble. I watched her shift her places frequently as she expressed a great interest in all these.

"What on earth is this thing?" she yelled.

"What?" I asked as I quickly slid to her.

She gave me a disgusted look as she took a look at the clumsy cartoons I drew during my leisure.

"Uh well, they're just cartoons I sketch sometimes," I said with embarrassment.

"Okay but why are those pants hanging onto a cloud?"

"I honestly don't have an answer to that. Let's just say it's a style of mine," I grinned.

"Sure," she said with an eye roll.