Qiao Ruo was coquettish as she stepped into the mansion with him in tow.
"I still need to go home to pack my things properly," she admitted to him.
"Xiaoruo, it's getting late. Can you go tomorrow?" Cree teased her, playfully stroking her cheek. They hadn't got far in the mansion when she found herself immobilized on the sofa located in the living room by his mischievous touches. Again, he had pinned her down on the couch and was caressing her teasingly.
"Cree, I won't have anything to wear," she defended herself.
"I won't mind if you don't wear anything," he uttered cheesily, and she glared at him irately.
"It's not funny!"
"How can you leave me, a sick patient, here all by myself?" Cree mimicked dramatically. "I can't even walk..."
"But you just did!" Qiao Ruo argued.
"I don't want to let you go," he said with a seductive grin.
"Fine, but I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you," she snapped.
You will, eventually, he thought, smiling devilishly. He couldn't wait until the day she officially became his.
Qiao Ruo settled in the guest room she had previously resided in, and Cree had handed her, earlier, an old tee that he no longer used. As he was much taller than Qiao Ruo, the tee reached down to her thighs, like a nightdress.
"Not bad," she commented with a smile. "So, I'll be catching up with some work in a bit. Do you have Wi-Fi?"
He nodded and watched as she turned on her notebook and began typing speedily with her keyboard.
"You bought a new notebook."
"Yeah, it was on sale," she said. She turned the screen towards Cree for him to key in the password to his wireless network. Cree was adept with computers and technology, and he immediately knew with a single look that her notebook was a high-end model. That would help with her productivity in the long run.
"Actually," she leaned back on the bed and told him, "I received a new job offer, and I need to tie up a few loose ends with my current job before leaving."
"I knew you could," he said and congratulated her. "Doesn't that call for a celebration?"
"I need to save up for a more comfortable lifestyle in the future," she said. "I have to be as frugal as possible."
"It's on me," he said. "I'm the man, how can I ever let you foot the bill?"
She smiled bashfully. "If you insist, then."
He neared her slowly and, placing his lips on her ear, whispered sensually, "Perhaps you could work later. Take a break, first." She gasped as he removed her notebook from the bed and placed it on the table, before pushing her to the wall with a naughty look. Touching his lips on hers, he coaxed his tongue into her mouth, tasting her slowly before sliding it down her neck to bite her gently. She blushed as she knew he was going to leave a mark on her succulent flesh. He slid the gaping neckline of his gigantic tee to expose her left shoulder and teased it with his tongue.
"Cree... Cree..." she called out, letting out a soft moan, and he stopped his teasing and gazed at her intensely.
"You're just too tempting, Xiaoruo."
"Err..." She stammered while trying to respond to him, and he just chuckled.
Hours later, he just held her in his lap while she worked on the remnants of her work. There were many other activities they could do other than intercourse, and he loved every moment of having her around. She felt comfortable and physically intimate with him even if it was just a tender hug and playful kissing, and she had peace of mind.
