BXBX NOVEL Chapter 197 - Can I Count Them With My Tongue?
Chapter 197 - Can I Count Them With My Tongue?
"How did you know about my figure? Have you been checking me out?" She asked in response to the compliment he had thrown at her without a warning.
He swept a glance down her body. She was wearing a dark green dress that perfectly fit her body. With curves like hers, it didn\'t require any extra attention to notice her figure. Still, he had been checking her out for the most part of the evening so he affirmed her words with a nod. "Yes."
She widened her drunken eyes. "Did you just say you have been checking me out?" She was joking and didn\'t expect him to actually admit it.
He moved closer so he wouldn\'t have to be loud. "And fantasizing myself pushing you against the wall and feeling you up, yes."
"Oh my God!" Her voice pitched exaggeratedly. "You just admitted to being a pervert, you know that?"
He smiled. "Will you sue me?"
"That\'s a good idea." She placed a finger on her chin, then looked like she was having second thoughts. "Come here."
He inched closer.
"Cloooser." She drawled, and he took the last step to close the distance between them.
"What do you want to do?" He asked.
Instead of answering him, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the house along with her, pushing the door shut.
"Are you going to kill me because I checked you out?" He asked the drunk woman, his own head spinning.
"That\'s a good idea but no." She pushed him to the couch. "I\'m only going to make things fair."
"Okay." He sat still and waited for her to execute the said fairness. When she ripped his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt, he looked at her in shock. "What are you doing?"
"Please. Don\'t start sounding like I\'m about to ravish you." She rolled her eyes and unbuttoned his shirt halfway. "I only want to check you out. Only then will it be fair. Then I will not need to sue you."
The corners of his lips lifted. Just when he was starting to think that she was not drunk, she had to go and prove him wrong. He grasped her wrist when she started doing more than \'checking him out.\' Her hands were caressing his chest, completely unreservedly. He smiled when she gave him a confused look. "You are feeling me up. I will have to do the same to you if you keep on doing that."
She didn\'t seem to have heard what he said. Without pulling her wrist from his grip, she continued looking down his shirt as though she was seeing something novel.
He was amused. "There is no tattoo there if that is what you are looking for."
"You have a tattoo?" She asked in surprise.
"I don\'t. Is that not what you were looking for?" He asked.
She shook her head and sat next to him, continuing to study his body. "So that\'s where they go." She finally spoke.
"What?"
"Abs." She pointed at his abdomen. "I was wondering where they disappear to after being shown off on social media. So they disappear into shirts."
He threw his head back laughing.
"How many of them do you have? Six? Eight?" She looked at him. "Do you mind if I count using my tongue?"
He felt heat start to rise under his skin and stood up. "You are more drunk than I thought. Why don\'t you get some sleep? I\'ll go home now."
"You can\'t drink and drive." She waved a finger in front of him in warning.
He looked at her. So she did know that she shouldn\'t drink and drive. Someone should tell her that drinking and touching men\'s chests while asking whether she could lick their abs could potentially get her in trouble too.
Seeing how serious she was regarding the warning, he reassured her. "I am not driving. My chauffeur brought us here, remember?"
"I don\'t." She looked like she was about to call him out on lying. To convince her that he was not going to drive, he took her out to show her his chauffeur in his car before escorting her back to her apartment.
This time, he didn\'t go in. He nudged her into the house. "Can you give a warning before you switch from a troublesome devil to a cute drunk? I almost couldn\'t keep up."
She caught only one part of his words. "You think I\'m cute?"
He smiled. "Goodnight, Ximena."
"Goodnight." She retreated into the house and locked the door with his instructions. He waited until the lights went off before he finally left.
Sitting on the back seat of his car, he tried to think of other things to get his mind off the thought of Ximena running her tongue down his abs. That woman sure was a devil. One word from her and she was stuck in his mind, giving him a boner that he would never expect. What was wrong with him?
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Ximena woke up to the ringing of her phone and the annoying alarm. They sounded almost as though they were singing the most infuriating duet that would wake her even if she didn\'t want to.
"Shut the fuck up." She groaned at the annoying little clock. When it didn\'t, she stretched a hand and slammed a button. It went quiet, but the phone kept ringing.
She grabbed it and answered groggily. "Do you want to die?"
"Uh...hello to you too." Zaria sounded puzzled by the unfriendly greeting.
"Zaria, it\'s you!" Ximena sat up, her mind clearing up a little. "I\'m sorry. It\'s been quite long since I drank. Just a few vodkas last night and my head feels like it\'s been run over by a truck."
"Wait. You went drinking without me?" Zaria asked accusingly.
"Didn\'t you have dinner with your parents last night? Besides, we went to drink on a whim. It was not preplanned."
"You still went without me. Who did you go with?" She asked.
"Liam."
"So it\'s misters before sisters for you, huh." Zaria taunted.
"Shouldn\'t the question be how I\'m holding up? My head is about to burst!" Ximena complained exaggeratedly.
"You deserve it." The latter laughed gloatingly. "Your parents couldn\'t reach you so they dumped at least a hundred messages for you in my email, mailbox and Creszone. Do you want to check them out?"