Smiles wake up to the bright light in the room. She closed her eyes out of reflex and opened them slowly, trying to get herself acquainted with the brightness.
Looking around, she noticed she was in her room, on her bed. There was no Keane. She tries to sit herself up but only ends up falling, her entire body aches but with the thought of knowing where Keane is, she pushes herself up, groaning in pain.
As gently as she could, she walked herself down the stairs. She was sour in between changing the way she walks.
The sweet aroma caught her senses as she found herself following it. Her stomach grumbles in response, blaming her for forgetting all about its existence.
The smell was coming from the direction of the kitchen and she wondered who was inside. She could clearly remember Keane ordering everyone to leave the villa.
She froze on the floor at the sight of Keane, cooking. He had a white apron on with a cap, looking like a professional chef.
She was amazed to catch a glimpse of this other rear sight of him, the almighty Keane Austin in kitchen attire preparing food for her… oh! How she wishes she could faint but not, she can't and doesn't want to miss out on eating what he is preparing.
This got her thinking if he was a chief by profession, he would make an excellent and handsome chief.
"You're awake," he said, bringing her back to the present.
She held her breath upon seeing his face, it was so breathtaking that left her breathless.
He strides to her, tilting his head to the sight as if observing her.
Going down to her level, he sniffed on her cheeks, taking in her sweet scent.
"Breath," he said, and only then, did she breathe, swallowing hard.
"Come on" he pulls her in, picks up some scrambled eggs on the plate, and blows on it, before offering her a taste.
She was surprised by his action and knowing something like this happens, she accepts, making a yummy sound.
She thought even if it didn't turn out to be bad, it would be good…just good but to her surprise, it was super good, yummy.
Her gaze falls on the dish, wanting more than just a taste.
"You like it?" he asked and she was quick to nod.
"I love it," she confesses, glancing back and forth between him and the plate.
"More!" he offers. She nods again and when he offers her the dish full of scrambled eggs, she quickly takes it and starts eating it, making sure to get her stomach back.
He moved to the side and came back with a plate of toast. She didn't wait for him to place it down as she grabbed one and ate on it like a hungry dog, well…she is, technically.
He watched her eat, it was like she was fighting over food with someone and it was somehow funny to him.
After she is done, she gulps down the glass of water, feeling as alive as ever, thanks to him.
"Thanks, master," she said in a polite and grateful tone, he nodded.
"go back to your room now and have a proper rest," he said. Knowing what he's capable of, he doesn't want a scenario where she will be bedridden for days because of him and he knows Derrick won't take things lightly.
Even though he so much wants to have her again and again and again, he just has to stop himself from desiring her and that can be a success if she is in her room, away from him cause with her standing here, staring at him with those beautiful set of amber blue eyes, he can't guarantee himself that he won't touch her.
With no utterances, she walks to her room. Even though she deeply wants him, she knows she can't have him and what he's doing is for her good. Tomorrow is work after all.
Thinking about it, it won't be a bad idea if she gets to lay on his chest, just got the night.
But what can she do to make it possible?
She thought, still climbing up the stairs.
Without a second thought, she throws herself down the stairs, screaming.
She was just five steps away from the ground so it didn't make much of an impact and she was still fine, so she thought until she struggled to push herself up and only then she realized she sprained her left ankle.
She cried, even more, when she was unable to stand still. Keane came running, at the sound of her scream.
He didn't say a word and just carried her to her room, making her sit on the bed.
He brings out a first aid kit and places it by the side. Going down on one knee, he gently presses on her ankle as she whimpers in pain.
"You gain nothing by hurting yourself because you want my attention, do you?" he asked. She bites her lips, feeling embarrassed. He was quick to see her intention.
"At least, you can ask for it," he said. Their gaze met and lasted for a minute, she couldn't believe he was telling her to ask him anything.
"I… I want to sleep with you… I mean, on your chest" she said. There was no need for her to hide it, it was obvious but she just can't say it to him.
He stares at her for a long time, not saying anything. Scared that he will say no, she quickly says
"I'm cool if it's against your rules… I don't m…" Before she could complete her statement, he cut her off with a "No".
She didn't know which he was saying no to, but not wanting to ask, she nodded feeling dejected.
When he was done applying ointment and bandage on her leg, he ordered her to sleep and she obediently lay back down, closing her eyes.
She was waiting to hear him leave but he didn't. The side of her mattress goes inside and only then does she turn to her side meeting his gray eyes staring back at her.
"common now, be a good girl and sleep," he said and pulled her to him, placing her head on his chest. With no words left, she wraps her hands around him, taking in his sweet scent of mixed sandalwood and rosewood.