Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 7

I was about to skip the page to read the next scene in Shakespeare's 'As you like it'. Brad came walking through the doors of the library. I looked up at him and frowned.

"Hello, Tiffany," He said with a smile on his face. 

Why was he smiling? Why couldn't he just have stuck with the frown he had on his face when we first met?

It's hard to look up at such a beautiful face and be mad, but I tried to. "Why are you staring at me? Do you need anything?"

His gaze moved over me from head to toe then he stopped it at the book, "I see you've started reading 'As you like it'."

I remained silent because it was quite obvious what I was doing; no need to confirm it. 

He lifted his hands, "I brought you tea." I stared at him, shocked, why did he bring me tea? "I'm not trying to poison you if that's what you're thinking. I just thought since you've been in here for at least three hours you might need something to warm you up."

 I looked at the mug, "What type of tea is it?"

"Chamomile," he answered.

I loved Chamomile, so there was no way I could deny his offer. "Okay. Thank you." I placed the book on my lap and reached out for the mug. He took a few big steps towards me then place the warm mug in my hand. His hands touched mines briefly but long enough for me to feel shivers. 

I took my first sip of tea, hoping it would make him leave but all he did was stare at me.

"Is there something else?" I couldn't hide my annoyance at him, staring at me. 

 "Funny, you should ask. Yes, there is something else I need." I raised a brow at him. What exactly could he possibly need from me? I had nothing to offer him, but for some reason, I felt the need to prepare for what he was about to say. He was so close to me. I couldn't even think straight. 

I studied his expressed and waited patiently for him to speak. 

He took a seat on the sofa in front of mines.

The silence was killing me, so I asked, "And what do you need, Brad?"

He still didn't right away, which made me more frustrated than I already was. I was enjoying the play until he came and disrupted me. Now he doesn't even want to speak, just stare. 

"I need company."

I blinked at his responded. "Company?" I asked with a frown. 

"Yes, company. I'm bored."

"Now, who's fault is that? If you hadn't abducted me, then you wouldn't be bored. You'd probably be doing whatever a man like you do."

He chuckled at my statement. "A man like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

I shrugged, "A rich, handsome white man."

He smiled, "You think I'm handsome?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure you know how you look. You don't need my assurance."

"Oh, but I do. You're the first person ever to call me a racist."

"There is a first for everything."

"Yea, but I'm not a racist."

"Yea, I know that now."

He chuckled, "Because you saw Howard?"

Howard made a significant impact on my views of him, yes, but it was his actions that convinced me otherwise. No racist would bring me to his uncle's home, give me his cousins' clothes, feed me like royalty and bring me tea.