Chapter 2 Unspoken Desires

Chapter 2

Adrian's POV

I'd promised Raymond I'd keep an eye on his friend, Natasha, who was coming to stay with me for a while. It wasn't exactly my idea of fun, but Raymond wasn't the type to ask for favors often, so I couldn't say no. I valued my alone time, but I also valued our friendship.

A few hours after I ended the call with Raymond, I heard a voice behind me.

"Hello?" she called out.

I turned to see a stunning woman standing in the doorway. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her bright blue eyes sparkled as she smiled.

"You must be Natasha," I said, trying to sound casual despite the fact that I was taken aback by her beauty.

"And you must be Adrian," she said, her voice husky.

I showed her to her room, trying to make small talk as we walked. But my mind kept wandering back to the way she looked, the way she smiled...

"Make yourself at home," I told her, trying to sound friendly. "If you need anything, just give me a shout."

"Anything at all?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Yeah, anything," I replied, my voice low.

Natasha's smile grew wider, and she nodded. "Thanks," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I left her to settle in, feeling a pang of curiosity about this mysterious woman. Who was she, really? And what was her story?

I headed to the kitchen to start making dinner, my mind still on Natasha. I decided on lobster and avocado salad, with coconut shrimp and mango chutney on the side. I was a decent cook, and I hoped Natasha would appreciate the effort.

As I cooked, I found myself wondering what Natasha would be like. Would she be easy to talk to? Would she open up to me?

When dinner was ready, I called out to Natasha, and she emerged from her room looking stunning in a pair of shorts and a baggy knitted top. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, and her eyes sparkled as she smiled.

"Hey," she said, her voice husky.

I smiled back, feeling a pang of attraction. "Hey," I replied. "Dinner's ready."

Natasha's eyes widened as she took in the spread. "Wow, you're a chef," she exclaimed.

I chuckled. "Just a decent cook," I replied as i offered her a seat. "Thank you" she appreciated and took her seat. "I don't really know how you love your food, so i hope this is to your taste" I told her as i took my seat opposite her. "There is only one way to find out" she said and scooped out food onto her plate.

Natasha dug in, her eyes closing in rapture as she tasted the food. I watched her, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

As we ate, the conversation flowed easily. Natasha was witty and charming, and I found myself laughing and feeling at ease.

I watched her eat, noticing a stain on her cheek. I smiled, picked up a tissue, and gently wiped her mouth. As our eyes met, I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. The touch sent shivers down my spine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. I was captivated by the sparkle in her eyes, the way her lips curved into a soft smile.

My mind began to wander, imagining what it would be like to kiss her, to feel her lips against mine. I pushed the thought aside, reminding myself that I had promised Raymond I wouldn't get involved with her. But as I looked into her eyes, I couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

"Sorry, you got something stuck to your cheek," I told her, my voice low and husky. I drew back, trying to compose myself, but my eyes never left hers.

Natasha's eyes fluttered closed, and she took a deep breath before responding. "Thanks," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper............

Natasha's POV

I had no idea what was running through Adrian's mind the moment he touched my cheek, but the gaze he gave me said it all. I was ready for whatever crazy thoughts he was having. It was good to know I wasn't the only one feeling this attraction. But my mood broke the moment he withdrew. I felt a pang of disappointment as I cleaned my cheek, then continued eating.

"How did you meet Raymond?" Adrian asked, breaking the silence.

"Raymond? We met at a friend's party," I replied.

"Oh, and how long have you guys known each other?" he asked, his eyes locked on mine.

"Three years and counting," I said, still stuffing my face with food.

"That's nice," Adrian said. "And you guys are just friends?" His tone hinted at curiosity, and his expression seemed to wish there was nothing more between us.

I looked up, meeting his gaze. "We're just friends, actually," I told him, and I saw a hint of relief wash over his face.

Adrian nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "That's good," he said, his voice low and smooth.

I raised an eyebrow, wondering why he seemed so relieved. Did he think I was going to say something else?

We ate in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the clinking of utensils on plates. I couldn't help but sneak glances at Adrian, who seemed lost in thought.

As we finished up, Adrian pushed his plate away and leaned back in his chair. "So, Natasha," he said, his eyes locking on mine. "What do you do?"

I wasn't expecting that question, and I wasn't prepared to answer. I definitely couldn't tell him I worked as a slot - that wasn't even a real job.

"You don't want to tell me?" Adrian asked, raising an eyebrow.

I hesitated before responding. "I don't have a job, actually."

Adrian's expression changed, and he smiled faintly. "Ooh, that's weird. Wasn't expecting that."

I bristled slightly at his comment. "Why? Who says it's a must to have a job?"

Adrian held up his hands in defense. "I didn't mean it that way. What I'm saying is that at least there should be something you really want to do."

His words struck a chord within me. I realized I had never taken the time to think about what I truly wanted.

"Never really thought about that," I replied, feeling a pang of disappointment in myself.

Adrian's expression softened. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Just... I'm sorry."

I waved his apology aside. "No, it's okay. Actually, I understand. I'm tired; mind if we talk better tomorrow?"

Adrian nodded. "Sure."

I smiled faintly. "Good night."

I headed into my room, feeling a mix of emotions. Adrian's words had struck a chord, and I couldn't help but wonder what I truly wanted out of life.

Adrian's POV

I watched Natasha walk into her room, her shoulders slumped in defeat. I ran my hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as Natasha disappeared into her room. I hadn't mean to push her, but the slump in her shoulders told me I already did.

As I headed to my room, I tried to shake off the guilt that lingered inside me. I cleaned up the kitchen, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Natasha. Sleep was far from my reach as I lay in bed, my mind enveloped with visions of her.

I couldn't help but wonder what had led her to this point in her life. What had made her feel so lost and uncertain? And why did I feel this overwhelming urge to help her, to support her, and to be there for her?

As the night wore on, my thoughts only grew more jumbled. I couldn't shake the feeling that Natasha was hiding something from me, that there was more to her story than she was letting on.

Despite the questions swirling in my mind, I couldn't help but feel drawn to her. There was something about Natasha that tugged at my heartstrings, something that made me want to know her better, to understand her, and to help her find her way.........