CHAPTER 6: Mr. Prim and Proper's Secret Tattoo

How long has it been? An hour? An eternity?

"We've been walking forever!" I whined.

I was dragging myself to walk while Michael acted like he was strolling in a park with his hands in his pockets.

"My throat is a desert, there's a storm in my stomach, and my feet are on fire!" I wailed like a distressed victim of a shipwreck. "Do you even know that I'm wearing heels? Four-inch heels! And you made me walk for the whole night?"

"It's only been twenty steps since we left the car. Stop acting out," he chided me.

"But my feet are tired, Michael. Can you make me a bed out of these leaves and just drag me to wherever you want us to go? And I wouldn't care."

"Too much effort," he muttered, but it didn't escape my ears.

Grunting, I walked behind him like a zombie.

I should've known he was trouble. I should've known that! But instead, I thought of him making out with me.

I almost spit out my chuckle as I pictured myself being dragged by him into these woods and just kissing me under a tree.

That was wild.

We could be the wilder and sensual version of Tarzan and Jane.

"Oof!" I tumbled on my own feet when I hit something hard. "Ouch!" I whined and held my head. I almost lost my balance when a hand caught my elbow.

When I lifted my gaze, I saw his face looking at me like I was the person he hated the most.

"What?!" I yelled at him, but my tongue began rolling backwards when he took his jacket off and tied it around my waist. "Wha-- what are you doing?" I stuttered.

The earth must have shook, Michael Montero being chivalrous is a rare thing, but... this?!

"Michael!" I yelped when he suddenly lifted me off the ground and carried me like a bride. "Put-- put me down?" I wanted to say it as a demand, but why did I sound like I was asking?

"Just shut up," he muttered and began to walk like nothing bothered him.

"But I'm heavy."

He stayed quiet. His eyes were fixed straight to the road, and his lips thinned.

I had no reason to run my mouth anymore, he does know how to make me shut my ranting about everything.

Leaning my head on his shoulder, I found his arms quite very comfortable. He's a strong man.

I wish I could fish for my phone and take a selfie as proof and post it on my social media account to show those women running after him raising their flags of jealousy.

"What's that? Looks like an inn," I uttered.

Not far away, there were blinking lights coming from the place. It looked a bit shabby, but I think it's fine, I have to rest my tired feet.

My face immediately wrinkled when he put me down as we approached the inn.

"Wait here," he said, gesturing his hand on where I was standing.

'What am I, a dog?' I thought.

He entered a door where the sign said "lodging" while I stood by the porch, hugging myself.

I took his jacket off my waist and used it to warm my bare arms.

Thunders began to grumble as the rain clouds approached.

"Gosh, I hate the rain," I muttered when I felt the showers of rain begin to pour.

Rain makes the sand muddy, it's dark, and it's... sad. Since I'm an outgoing person, I can't bear with it. What I meant was my shoes could get dirty, and it's sad because I couldn't party well, couldn't shop well.

But tonight, could it give me one reason to like it?

"They only got one room available." I was startled when Michael suddenly talked behind me. He noticed how I jumped in my place, causing his right eyebrow to arch at me.

What's with this guy and his judging? Can't I do anything without him judging me?

"Come on," he uttered.

I watched him begin to walk to the right room while I stood there still with my surprised face. I thought he was going to criticize my whole being.

He stopped when he felt that I wasn't following him and turned. "Walk. I'm not going to carry you again," he said in his snobbish tone before proceeding to walk again.

"Who says I need you to carry me?" I muttered, making a face as I followed him.

He stopped in front of a door with a number seven barely hanging on it.

"This place needs a major revamp," I commented and heard no response from him, it's not like I was looking for one.

As soon as he opened the lights inside, my shoulders fell when I saw how the bed looked like.

"It doesn't look like it will support our weight," I said as I closed the door behind me. "Does it have bugs in it?" I asked, wincing by just looking at it.

Without saying anything, Michael took his shoes off and headed to the bathroom.

Taking a careful sit on the edge of the creaky bed, I took my heels off and groaned when I felt my feet being freed. I carelessly placed Michael's jacket above the pillows.

"Now this is what I call freedom," I muttered and simply peeped inside the bathroom. I could see Michael from the reflection of the mirror, he was half naked and washing his face on the sink.

Biting my lower lip, I tried to peep at his broad shoulder. His chest muscles looked so good to feel with my palms.

Crossing my legs, I can feel how soak I became in between my legs just by looking at him.

"You are such a pervert, Nat," I whispered to myself as my eyes fell on his toned abs. They were evenly sculpted on his flat stomach.

For a man, he's freaking sexy!

Hello to the world! I have just witnessed the world's top most wonder, Michael Montero's body.

I squinted my eyes when I noticed something near his pelvis. It looked like a tattoo. Mr. Prim and proper has a bit of a skanky side.

He pushed his hair back with his drowsy eyes, and his lips were parted lightly.

Through the mirror, our eyes met. He's got a frown on his forehead, so I paid it with my sweetest smile. I lifted my hand and wiggled my fingers at him, waving at him on my own way.

But the jerk slammed the door close.

"So mean," I muttered as my smile fell.

I gasped when a lightning hit the ground and the thunder grumbled from outside.

Pushing myself up, I closed the blinds and opened the television which looks like it's been through a lot of storms.

"What a bummer," I groaned when the signal isn't as clear as my eyes. "This place really needs a major revamp," I clicked my tongue and was about to give it a smack at the back when the bathroom door swung open and revealed him buttoning his shirt.

"The bathroom's yours."

"Are you trying to say something?" I asked and secretly sniffed myself.

He didn't say anything. When did he?

"Well, unlike you, I know how to take a hint." I pushed myself up and pulled the robe from the cabinet and checked it if it was safe to use. "If you want to join me, feel free to come in," I teased him before locking the door behind me.

I only had a glimpse of him throwing a glare at me.

Chuckling by myself, I began to freshen up and made sure that I'd smell great. But the cheap scented rose body soap isn't helping.

"It's almost expired, great," I grunted while scrubbing myself.

After this, I could at least give him a bit more tease? That's the plan.

Feeling free from odor and fresh, I dried my hair and was about to tiptoe my way out of the bathroom when I felt something crawling on my feet.

"What is th--"

A cockroach!

I screamed. "Ew! Ew! Michael, help me!" I shouted as I wiggled myself, feeling all the hair on my body stood up.

He was about to hurriedly sit up, but when he saw the insect running back inside its hole, Michael sighed and lay back down in bed with both of his arms used as his pillow and owning the bed, planning not to share it.

"Michael!"

"What?" He asked in his most interested tone. And I meant the opposite.

"Are you just going to stay there? I just got attacked!" I exclaimed, still shaking in disgust.

"That was a waterbug, it's harmless."

"How could you say that? You didn't see it. It crawled on my feet!" I approached the bed while clutching on the robe on my chest as I looked around like a lost cat.

"Is it still on your foot?" He asked with his eyes closed.

"No," I answered.

"Then stop whining and close the lights, I need some sleep."

Thunder roared outside and the lights flickered. This place really needs nursing.

Curving my lips up, I crossed my arms.

"We haven't eaten anything yet. I'm so hungry!"

He stayed quiet. This guy will be the death of me!

"Fine, I won't eat anything tonight. I'm considering this as my diet night. But I'm gonna need my beauty sleep, so move."

He peeped through his left eye and raised his eyebrows thinking he could beat Dwayne Johnson doing it.

"I need to sleep too, do you know that?"

"See that couch over there?" He asked, closing his eyes again and relaxing himself.

I turned and found the black couch that looked like it was a rat's dinner.

Scoffing, I shifted my eyes back at him with my deep frown. If only this man wasn't as gorgeous as hell, I would've put a pillow on his face and suffocate him.

"Are you expecting me to sleep there? Ever heard of scoliosis?" I ran my mouth.

Noticing the way he exhaled harshly, I know that I plucked another string of his patience.

"I usually sleep on my canopy bed with a soft mattress, where I can sleep with lavender or rose scented candles lit," I explained my side, having tons of complaints. "I sleep like a princess. Not on a servant's chair."

He lay there unmoving, completely taking over the bed, leaving no space available for me to scoot myself in.

"Is this guy for real?" I muttered. "You didn't offer a nice dinner, you gave us disaster. We're stuck in the middle of a storm and you don't want to share the bed. You are such a gentleman."

"Sleep wherever you want, just not beside me," I heard him say that made my eyebrows twitch as my mind played from what he suggested.

"Wherever I want?" I repeated and heard no response from him.

Silence means yes.

With my mischievous smile, I switched the lights off and crawled in bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, panicking as our body got pressed against each other.

His hands held my shoulders, trying to push me away, but I was stuck on him like I was glued.

"Ms. Kaufman, get off."

"You said I can sleep wherever I want, but not beside you. So I'm going to sleep on top of you. That wasn't part of the don'ts," I chuckled and comfortably smooched on his chest.

I can hear how fast his heartbeat is.

His heat goes stronger than the heater, and it feels good.

"I said get off. I'm not going to ask you again," he uttered, enunciating his words through his gritting teeth.

"Stop acting like a virgin, Michael. Just go to sleep. This is your fault anyway," I chided him, burying my face on his neck. "Good night," I moaned, kissing him on his neck before thinking about nothing and relaxing myself.

I was expecting him to push me off of him, but Michael really is full of surprises. He let me sleep on top of him, and I salute him for not having a boner.

Is he really gay?

I don't mind though, as long as I get to know how great his performance is in bed, I'd be in peace. Is my husband-to-be good at moving his pelvis back and forth? That's every woman's dream, I guess?

Checking the cardboard, I have earned another point. And Michael, he's still at rock bottom.

This game is heating up! I wonder what kind of tease and touch I'd do next.

But one thing about my plan that is solid, I'm going to make his knees turn jelly, and to make those cold eyes to only look at me.

Watch me do it, Michael Montero. Either you want me or not, I will seduce you, and you will fall in love with me.