Chapter Three
The moment Blade entered the family room, his eyes found Brooklyn sitting and laughing at the table with his mom, aunt and grandma, chopping fruits for salad. He sat opposite her, his eyes drinking her in. She was wearing the same coral pink dress that he saw in the morning. Was she wearing the matching lingerie too?
She looked gorgeous, her laugh sounded like a gurgling brook. God, did he turn into a poet already?
Brooklyn coloured the moment Blade came into the room, his hot gaze travelling over her whole body. When he sat down, staring intensely at her, his mom smacked his arm and grandma chuckled. "Stop it, you're creepy," she said and aunt Olivia smiled indulgently at him.
"Go, freshen up, lunch will be ready by then," said aunt Olivia.
"I've got a headache. Can any one of you give me a head massage?" He said looking at Brooklyn, who looked here and there to avoid him.
"You go up, I'm coming to give you a massage," said his mom.
"I'm sure you are busy with lunch and dad coming in any minute. I can't bother you," he said touching his heart.
Grandma chuckled. "I'm busy too sweetie. Brooklyn can you please give him a massage?" asked aunt Olivia, with a knowing smile.
Blade's eyes shone with excitement, as he waited for her to say something. "Ok. You go ahead. I'll wash my hands and come up." Brooklyn said while his mom smiled.
Blade rushed up the stairs to his room. He discarded his shirt and waited impatiently for her to come. Brooklyn went up, her cheeks pink with embarrassment as grandma, aunt Olivia and aunt Daisy sat exchanging looks behind her back, she could feel it.
Opening his door, she went in. Blade locked his door immediately, turning around to face her. Her eyes widened at his shirtless body, so close to hers. He was magnificent, that was beyond doubt and she felt the butterflies in her stomach jumping up and down. She didn't want him to catch her checking him out, so she cast her eyes downwards,"I'll come back later then, you change first," she said, turning to go.
He caught her hand. "Won't you give me a head massage?" He asked her, his eyes piercing into hers.
"Ok, then sit," she said, shyly. He sat on the floor facing the chair. Shouldn't you sit with your back towards your masseuse? "Turn around," she said, sitting on the chair. He didn't budge as he sat there facing her while she sat on the chair.
"Blade, please," she said, colouring profusely. How could she massage his head with him staring at her?
"I'm good, go ahead. My head is hurting bad," he said. He closed his eyes and waited impatiently for her to put her hands on his hair. When she didn't, he opened his eyes to see her gone.
"Brooklyn?" He called, getting up. Did she leave? Damn, he's a dead man now. He would again have to think of an excuse to get her near him.
Brooklyn came out of his en-suite with a bottle of almond oil. "Oh, I thought you left," he said, relieved.
She sat down on the chair and he sat on the floor facing her again. She rolled her eyes, really, the man was impossible.
Taking some oil, she massaged it slowly onto his scalp, working on it with her fingers. He kept watching her, taking in her untied long locks of hair falling around her shoulders, till her waist. Her coral sleeveless dress showing off her creamy bare hands, the short hemline showed off her smooth, toned, beautiful legs which he could kiss if he just turned his head. Her intoxicating lavender and rose smell, meddling with his senses.
"So, how are you feeling now? Better?" He asked.
"Yeah, I felt much better after breakfast," she said, massaging with her finger tips. His hair was soft and silky. She loved touching it. He closed his eyes, lost in the feel of her delicate finger tips through his hair. He wanted to feel her hands touch his body. He could feel his arousal hardening.
" I'll take a shower now," he said and she stopped her massage. Closing the almond oil, she got up to go. At the same time Blade got up too and they bumped into one another. He caught her waist, her hands going to his chest to stop herself from falling. He stared into her eyes, mesmerised by her. She was totally drowned into his blue blue eyes that stared back at her. His body was on fire by such a simple touch. She removed her hands from his bare chest, her face fully flushed and her whole body aroused.
Lowering her eyes, she said, "I'll help with lunch," she said but he didn't leave her waist. Looking up shyly, she said,"Blade, I need to go," she said.
He released her. As she opened the door to go, he asked, "This colour suits you. Are you wearing the whole set?" He wanted to know whether she was wearing it or not.
She couldn't answer. She was really embarrassed. Did he really ask that?
She ran down to the kitchen and washed her hands. "What happened?" Aunt Daisy asked, taking in her flushed face and heavy breath.
"N nothing at all," she stammered and aunt Olivia smiled while grandma chuckled.
"Honey, can you take the steak to the dining table?" Said aunt Olivia.
She shook her head and did as asked. They had nearly laid the table when Blade entered, freshly showered, wearing a pair of figure hugging denims and a deep mauve shirt. "Mom, my favourite white shirt doesn't have two buttons. I have a meeting after lunch," he complained.
"Wear something else," said his mom.
"No, that's my lucky shirt. Can't any of you stitch the buttons?" He asked, his eyes going towards Brooklyn.
Aunt Olivia said,"You should have said it in the morning. Now, it's impossible."
"I can't see where the needle is going, so leave me out," said grandma.
His mom looked at Brooklyn, "Can you stitch, honey?" She asked.
"Yeah," she said.
"Ok, that solves your problem. Brooklyn can stitch your buttons after lunch," said his mom.
Blade grinned happily. Another chance to have her near him.
Grandma chuckled, she could see through him, "Oh you're such a needy guy. Marry her already," she said with a wink. Blade coloured a little though.
