Chapter 5 Attraction

Rose's POV

I currently sat in my dad and Mira's room. There was a pile of clothes on his bed. He had bought them as presents for his friends and some family members. Now that they had been sorted and packed, there were two shirts left; both identical.

“Why are there two shirts?“ I asked, setting the magazine I'd been flicking through down on the nearby table. “I brought them as a back up incase Remy had got a bit more muscular. They're two different sizes,” my dad chuckled. He leaned forward and sat on the bed. “He really has built himself up like a giant.“

I didn't think his build could resemble that of a giant. He was very subtle with his muscle and his muscles worked perfectly to balance each other. Although his muscles were hidden underneath his clothes, you could easily tell he was a perfect male.

“They both seem to be the same size. I guess it doesn't matter which one he wears,” Mira said, looking at the shirts.

My dad groaned, stretching his arms out to relieve the stress from walking around multiple shops. “I really want him trying them on but my back is killing me.“

“Why don't you ask Rose to ask Remy to try them on? She hasn't done anything all day,” my dad suggested. I frowned at the end of his sentence. He always assumed I was lazy and whit I wasn't entirely sure if I was, I wasn't going to refuse to do this. Not in a million years! “I guess you should have asked me properly instead of saying I'm lazy?“

“But you are, it's common fact,” my dad chuckled. “I didn't know you hated me relaxing,” I grumbled, getting annoyed with my dad as he seemed to be enjoying this.

“Leave her alone Tom,” Mira said, trying to suppress her laughter. “If she decides to ignore you to get back at you for today you'll be wandering round like a lost soul.“

My dad looked a little uncomfortable.

“I can't believe I have to do this again. And Dad's making sure I do it again,” I exclaimed, crossing my arms. A smirk had formed on my lips. My dad didn't reply. He was thinking whether he should annoy me or let me have my way.

But then he made up his mind.

“Fine, I'm sorry. Please... go give them to Remy,” my dad sighed, defeated. I wanted to say no. But how could I say no to such a beautiful sight? While others may be able to, I was definitely not able to. Especially not in my wildest dreams!

“Fine,” I said, rolling my eyes. Although I was pretending to be annoyed, I was actually very excited. I took the bag from my dad and walked out of the room. I headed down the long corridor to Remy's room.

Just thinking about going into his room made my mind start to fill with dirty thoughts... but they weren't half bad... Get your virgin ass together rose!

I pushed those thoughts out of my head and dragged myself out of my day dreams. I knocked on the door but didn't get a reply.

I knocked again, becoming slightly impatient. Still no reply. The door was also unlocked.

What was he doing?

I became impatient and slightly doubtful. I was contemplating whether to have a sneak peak in or not. Although my intentions weren't completely bad... or they could be. Damn it, I had no clue!

“Remy?“ I called, knocking on the door. No reply. Was he not in his room?

My patience was very low my curiosity was very high and spontaneously I decided to do what most people would think to do. I slowly opened the door. Well this was strange. There was no sign of anyone in.

Should I go in? It would be completely wrong but it's my dad's mansion. I really didn't care. Plus I had plenty of excuses if someone found me in his room... Especially Remy. I pushed the door open further and carefully walked in. I looked around and didn't see Remy. However, there was a pair of trousers and a t-shirt on his bed.

“Was he in the bathroom?“

Before I knew it, the door to the bathroom had swung open and Remy's voice echoed through. “Rose?“

I gasped, turning around. Holy shit...

I regretted doing so instantly. Water was dripping down his beautiful body, showing off his muscular stomach. His hair was wet, curling around his face with a sensual look. The most invading thing though, was how he stood. He was exactly how my mind had pictured him. Just wearing a towel around his waist.

Oh god! I didn't know if I would pass out or get lost in this moment. I never imagined that Remy's face after a shower would be so amazing. “What are you doing here?“ he questioned, looking confused. Although I couldn't help but notice there was something else in his expression. His tongue slipped out and licked his bottom lip. My mind was racing and brain had decided to go on a break.

“Uhh...“ I couldn't concentrate on anything else apart from him, he was gorgeous and half naked! “I came to give you the shirts,” I admitted. “Shirts?“ His eyes looked down to the bags in my hands. “Oh! My dad bought matching ones for all his friends and family for tomorrow. He couldn't be sure what size you were so he bought two different ones,” I explained.

He chuckled. “Your dad is always so weird. Even on my birthdays he always brings two sizes.“ “I know,” I chuckled. “He could never find the right presents for you. I was always struggling to help him find something.“

“So all those presents were from you?“ He questioned. “Yep! Otherwise your best friend wouldn't have been able to find the right present for you on your birthdays. I've always wondered whether you liked any of those presents I got you and which one was your favourite,” I chuckled but soon our eyes connected and an awkward silence filled the room.

I ended up blurting out, “Um... Would you mind seeing if any of these shirts would fit you?“ His eyes made me feel something again. “Certainly,” he said, grabbing a spare towel from top his wardrobe, then wiped the water from his body.

He stared at me whilst wiping. “Give them to me,” he said, taking the bags from my hands and placing them on the bed. He grabbed one of the shirts. I wasn't expecting him to try them on in front of me... But I couldn't complain.

He tried to pull his arms through the sleeves but they were tight around his biceps. Although my dad had exaggerated about how big he was, his muscles were never really that big.

I wanted to go back and ask my dad if he was drunk when he got this size for a full grown man.

“Tom will never change,” his manly chuckle sent shivers down my spine.