Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 5

Bradley's POV

When I exited the closet, the last thing I expected to see was Tiffany standing in my room with a robe on. My thoughts immediately went wild as she shuts her eyes, but she couldn't stop the blush. Was she thinking about me?

I smirked. "Did you come to join me?"

Her eyes flew opened. "No!" She looked up at my face, but I could see she was fighting to look down and I couldn't help but smile.

She found me attractive.

"I don't have any clothes to put on, and I need a comb."

I looked down at the robe that concealed her beautiful curves. She was naked underneath it. Her face was bare, free from makeup, and it made her even more beautiful. Why did I feel this almost savage urge to walk over to her and pull her in my arms? What was stopping me?

Oh, yes. She accused your company of racism.

I need to control myself.

If only we'd met in different circumstances.

I looked down at my body then back at her. "As you can see, I was just about to head for the shower." Our bedroom was adjoined by the bathroom we shared. I heard the moment she stepped in the shower and the moment she got out.

"Fine! At least give me a comb. My hair is a mess." I looked at her hair. It did look a little crazy, but it didn't take away from her beauty.

"Fair enough." I walked over to the drawer and pulled out my comb from it.

I walked over to her and held out the comb to her, "I hope it helps."

She reached to take the comb out of my hand, but I held on a tight to taunt her.

She frowned up at me and gave it one hard tug. The tug caused her to fall back, but before she could fall, I caught her, wrapping my hands tightly around her waist.

I look down into her beautiful face. Her big brown eyes shined up at me. Her lips were

The way she was staring at me made me feel like as though she was looking through me. I looked at her mouth, her dark lips pulp, so very kissable and hella sexy and it was parted slightly. Was that an invitation to kiss her?

Her eyes widen with shock, and suddenly I was all too aware of my body's sudden reaction to hers. I cleared my throat then pulled her up so she could stand straight.

Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down.

My pleas didn't matter though because I'm 99.99% sure that she felt my erection pressing against her.

"Thank you," she said before quickly turning around, exiting my room.

¡Carajo!

Now she's going to think that I'm a racist freak.

Perfect, just perfect.

...

I tab lightly on Tiffany's door.

"Come in." After I got permission, I turn the lock and pushed the door open.

She was standing with her back to the mirror, looking at me. She looked adorable in her two puffy ponytails, absolutely gorgeous.

"So? Are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna give me something to wear?" her uncanny attitude made me smirk.

"Well I'd rather you be naked, but this isn't my place, and I'm sure Mr. & Mrs. Childs wouldn't be too pleased."