Chapter 4 TEMPTING THE DEVILS
They gulped, looking like deer caught in headlights. Their eyes darted from me to my back and I could tell they were bewildered.
“Baby girl,” Mitch started as he took steady steps towards me. “Why don't you go upstairs and get dressed? You might get a cold.”
“Why?” I frowned, pouting like a kid. I knew what I was doing, but I pretended to be innocent, smiling at them as if I were unaware of my actions.
“You will catch a cold if you continue sitting in your towel alone. Why don't we go upstairs so you can change? Mike is almost through with dinner. We will be down in time to eat,” he spoke to me like one who was talking to a child, gently as if he were walking on eggshells.
Even the smile on his face was forced. I could tell they were uncomfortable because of how I was. Who knows what was going through their mind at the moment? Could they be thinking of how sexy I was, sitting on the stool?
“No, I don't think it's necessary. You of all should know just how good my health is. Come on, just help me dry my hair and I will go up to change.” I smiled, still acting as innocent as I could while having a not-so-innocent mind.
If only they knew what was going on in my mind, they would have sought the nearest asylum for me. They wouldn't be comfortable around me, should they get to know what goes in my thoughts every day. Especially when they are with me.
Mike cleared his throat. The others turned to look at him, tacit understanding passed through their gazes. It was as if they were communicating with their minds. They frequently do that, so I had gotten used to it.
Miles nodded before he turned to me. Just like Mitch, he kept his entire attention on the face. None of them tried to glance down, knowing what they would see should they do so.
“Baby girl, why don't you do as Mitch asked? Do you want me to escort you up? We can get you into dry clothes and get your hair dry.” He swallowed as his eyes left my face. A glance at my upper body was all it took for him to flush a deep red.
One would have thought they were innocent had I not known they were playboys. Though I never saw them getting intimate with their cheating mate, they slept with most of the girls in our high school.
Everyone knew who they were. It wasn't a secret that they had even slept with almost all of the female teachers. However, there they were, blushing like virgins.
“No, I want to stay here. If it suits you, you can go up and get my clothes for me. I dropped them on the bed,” I stated, folding my arms as I discreetly widened my legs. I made it seem like I was unconsciously doing it.
Mitch sighed. He ran his hand through his hair, scratching a bit, before he turned to face me. “Why don't you go up there and change?”
“I'm tired,” I deadpanned, yawning to further solidify my remarks. “Just get my clothes. It won't hurt anyone should I decide to change my attire here. After all, we are the only ones here,” I pointed out, challenging them to refute my words.
One thing I learned about them was their inability to say no to me. They hardly ever reject my requests. They always do what I ask, doting on me like our father ingrained in them to do.
He sighed once more before he turned and headed up the stairs, while the others stood frozen, looking behind me instead of at me. Their faces were red, and they kept on swallowing. Their Adam's apple sexily bobbed up and down, rhythmically.
“What did you prepare?” I broke the silence by gesturing towards the pot on fire, while still acting like a baby.
“Oh, your favourite. Lotus soup. Mitch begged me to make it for you, but I think he's the one who wants to eat it the most. We also have chicken soup,” he spoke fast and hurried like one rushing somewhere.
Mike didn't say a word, just nodding and trying not to look at me.
“That's good. Rice?”
“Yep.”
And once more, silence descended in our midst. My brothers didn't say a word, but their faces spoke volumes. It made teasing them much more interesting. They looked like they were about to combust.
“Are these the clothes you brought out?” Mitch asked the moment he got downstairs. He presented the clothes to me from a distance as if I would bite him should he step closer.
“Yep.” I took the shorts and tank top from him. “Thanks a bunch.” I smiled up at him, nibbling my lower lip.
“My pleasure!” Blushing a deep scarlet, he went over to where his brothers were. “Get dressed. I will help you dry your hair after that. We can all have dinner when I'm through.”
“Great!” I rose from the kitchen stool. Before any of them knew what was happening, I loosened the towel and dropped it, standing naked in front of them.
“Fuck!” they growled at the same time, hastily turning their backs to me, but not before I saw the yellow in their eyes, evidence of what they were thinking.
“Baby girl!” Mitch growled. “What the hell are you doing?!” His voice was hoarse. He sounded different.
Shivers went down my spine at the feeling his voice evoked in me. One would have thought I would be scared, but that was exactly what I craved.
“What's wrong? Didn't you ask me to get changed, so I don't catch a cold?” I pouted, sounding like a wronged kid, pretending like I didn't know what I was doing.
“Just get dressed fast, okay?”
“No prob!”
I got dressed faster, knowing they wouldn't turn until I was dressed. Well, I have gotten the first part done, tomorrow, we continue.
Wish me luck.