Page 11 of Care: Part 1

After many tries, she had finally succeeded at making the Shchi. Her eyes gazed down at the cabbage drowned in yellow soup along with the many veggies that surrounded it. She smiled proudly.

Placing the bowl on a tray, she hurriedly walked over to Adrik's office only to see that he wasn't in there.

She walked all around the house until making her way to the pool. When she walked in, her eyes almost popped out of her head.

His hair was no longer in a bun; it was running down his back completely soaked. His body was glistening from the water as his abs and muscular pecs seemed to become even more appetizing.

He began to climb up the stairs of the pool towards her.

She was frozen in place as she stared at him. Adrik looked like a Greek God with the way perfection seemed to coax his face and body.

"You're a minute late," he said while grabbing the tray from her hands harshly.

Avelina glanced down at her watch as a frown made its way onto her face. "I'm sorry. I'll be on time for dinner.”

He looked up towards the ceiling as the blue of the water projected itself onto the tan of his skin.

"Do you speak Portuguese?" he asked.

His eyes never left the ceiling, leaving her to look up as well. When she found nothing interesting to look at, her gaze returned to his face.

"I do.”

"The shirt you're wearing looks like a napkin; it's hideous. Take it off," Adrik ordered.

Her frown deepened. She glanced down at her favorite blouse that she thought looked cute. "Okay, I'll take it off when I get to my room.”

"No. I want you to take it off now.”

His eyes finally moved to meet her blue ones, leaving her to sigh.

Johnathan wasn't there to save her this time. She didn't know how she was going to get out of the situation.

Suddenly, she remembered that Johnathan told her to tell Adrik how she felt. "That would make me very uncomfortable, Mr. Zolotov.”

"Uncomfortable?" He repeated. "You were just eye-fucking me. Is it fair that you get to call out uncomfortable, and I can't?"

"Touché," she whispered to herself.

Unbuttoning her shirt, she pulled it off her body and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a sports bra underneath, so it didn't bother her to have the blouse off.

Her gaze then met Adrik's

He walked even closer to her body. His fingers graced the hem of her pants to the bottom of her bra. Her tan skin was soft against his fingertips. She looked down at his finger, feeling her heartbeat exhilarate.

"Take off your pants."

"Do you not like my jeans either?" she asked shyly.

They were only regular basic blue jeans. There wasn't anything that truly set them apart from the other jeans out in the world.

"I'd like you without them.”

Her brows furrowed before she folded her arms over her chest. She knew what he was trying to do, but she wasn't going to allow him to succeed.

"Your food is getting cold," Avelina stated.

She bended down to pick up the tray he had placed on the floor. When Avelina looked over at Adrik, she could see his eyes burning into her own.