Sienna Thornton, blushing, wanted to turn it off, but Simon Forrester wouldn’t allow it and swatted her hand away, "It’s just getting good, why are you trying to turn it off?"
"This is an adult film!" she growled softly.
Simon Forrester’s eyes stayed glued to the small phone screen, and he chuckled nonchalantly, "Are you a minor?"
"... No," Sienna muttered, "But I don’t like watching this kind of movie with you."
"Boyfriends are not just for eating leftover pizza crusts, changing light bulbs, driving, warming the bed, or making money for you to spend. They’re also for watching this kind of movie with. You can’t have do all those other things without watching this kind of movie with ."
Sienna Thornton: "..."
Just as she was about to sternly lecture Simon Forrester, the front desk girl, Paige Pemberton, bounced in, "Mr. Thornton, I want to take Monday off. Can I work tonight’s shift?"
Sienna Thornton quickly stood up, blocking both Simon Forrester and the phone playing the explicit movie behind her, and said hurriedly, "Sure, sure, go ahead. I’ll co in the morning to switch with you."
"Great, I’ll go change into my uniform then!"
Sienna Thornton turned coldly and urged Simon Forrester, "Alright, go back to your den."
Simon Forrester put away his phone, "And you? What’s your plan for the night since you’re not covering a shift?"
Sienna Thornton humd, "I’ll probably just sleep."
"... Then co sleep at my place and finish the movie?" He suggested, wrapping a big hand around her waist and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Sienna Thornton swatted his pig-like hoof away from her waist, rebuking, "No, I want to sleep in my own room."
"Then I’ll also sleep in your room."
The two pulled and tugged at each other, while Paige Pemberton ca out in her changed uniform.
Sienna Thornton tried to push Simon Forrester to leave, but he wouldn’t budge until she agreed to et at The Rockwell later.
Sienna Thornton, with no other choice, had to agree.
So Simon Forrester left with his phone, placing an order before he left for the kitchen to send over two steaks, two portions of pasta, and two bowls of mushroom soup a bit later.
Sienna Thornton wrapped up the work exchange with Paige Pemberton, took a shower in her room, and headed to Simon Forrester’s place.
It was the sumr solstice, and the orange-tinted sunset filled the sky. The warm wind blowing her way carried the unique fragrance of sumr, a scent that never changes no matter how much ti passes.
The wind blew against Sienna Thornton’s cotton-linen dress. She smiled and headed straight for The Rockwell.
For so reason, she had a gut feeling that after tonight, her relationship with Simon Forrester would change.
As she walked, the closer she got to The Rockwell, the faster her heart beat, becoming so erratic it almost disrupted her breathing.
When she finally reached her destination, she suddenly felt scared, her grip on her phone tightening, her breath quickening, her limbs feeling weak as if they were stepping on soft clouds rather than the solid ground.
Initially, she thought she was just shy from watching the explicit movie earlier, but when the door opened to reveal Simon Forrester, recently showered and looking fresh and neat, she realized the weak knees were due to a fluttering heart.
"Don’t you have a room card? Next ti just swipe your card to co in," Simon Forrester said, standing inside the door. After saying this, he turned to enter and noticed her standing still, sensing sothing was off. He stepped down to take a look at her thoroughly red face.
He brushed his fingers against her cheek, "Why are you so hot? Do you have a fever?" With that, he draped an arm over her shoulder and led her inside.
"Click," the door automatically locked.
Once inside, Sienna Thornton stood still, lips tight, silent. Her chest heaved with the effort of breathing, her face and arms flushed.
Simon Forrester fetched an infrared thermoter to check her forehead, then felt her slender exposed arm, "Thirty-six point seven degrees, no fever. So why are you so hot?"
Seeing her not speaking a word, a worry rose in his heart. He set the thermoter down, pulled her into an embrace, stroked her hair, and asked, "What’s wrong with you? Tell if you’re unwell, don’t scare ."
She let out a soft noise and hugged him...
And he lifted her to sit on the low cabinet, leaned his forehead against hers, and kissed her.
*** (An electric scooter)
"Ding dong," the doorbell interrupted the intimate scene.
Reluctantly, Simon Forrester stood up, pressed his lips together to wipe away the moisture, glanced at her longingly, and said with a gravelly voice, "If I had known, I wouldn’t have ordered dinner..."
Sienna Thornton blushed red, awkwardly straightening her dress, and whispered, "What would you eat without dinner?"
After speaking, she pushed down on the cabinet with both hands, jumped off, but her legs wobbled, and she almost tipped sideways, if not for Simon Forrester’s sharp eyes and quick hands catching her.
"Eating you is plenty..." he laughed, pecking at her corner lips.
She turned red, pushed him away with a playful scold, "Aren’t you afraid of bursting... Alright, I’ll go freshen up in the bathroom."
"Alright, be careful." Simon Forrester patted her bottom, watching her head upstairs. At the sa ti, he wiped his mouth and tidied his clothes.
In the mirror, the man’s indulgent expression instantly reverted to his usual aloofness. He turned to open the door for the server delivering dinner.
...
"This steak is good, comparable to big-na restaurants," Simon Forrester forked a small piece of steak into Sienna Thornton’s mouth, "Where did you find this chef?"
With steak in her mouth, Sienna Thornton mumbled, "Hired online, seems to be a local from South Bay."
Simon Forrester, chewing on his steak, nodded, glancing around the room, "It’s impressive that you own such a nice guesthouse in your twenties. It could pass as a resort. I designed it to resort standards back then."
Hearing him brag, Sienna Thornton laughed aloud, picked up a wine glass at her side, took a sip of the red wine, but instead of swallowing, went over to him.
He was quick on the uptake, instantly dropping his knife and fork, turning towards her, spreading his arms wide to welco her.
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