Francisco reclined in the bathtub, enveloped in warm water and steam. The tranquility was shattered as the door creaked open, and Hazel tiptoed into the room. Francisco's eyes remained closed, his expression undisturbed by her presence.
"What?"
"What now?" she questioned, her tone tinged with mild annoyance.
Hazel bit her lip, grappling with her decision.
Slowly, Francisco opened his eyes, starting from her feet and moving up. Hazel, wrapped in a towel, felt his gaze intensify as it traveled over her form. She clutched the edge of the towel, attempting to maintain her composure.
With a husky invitation, Francisco broke the silence.
"Come join!" he extended his hand, his voice resonating in the steam-filled room.
Hazel hesitated for a moment longer, her eyes flitting nervously between Francisco and the bathtub.
Hazel hesitated, her eyes flickering between Francisco's outstretched hand and his intense gaze. Deciding not to accept his hand, she stepped forward and began to lower herself into the bathtub. As her leg dipped into the water, Hazel's gaze inadvertently wandered, and she caught a glimpse of Francisco's bulge.
His boldness and shameless stare intensified her discomfort, causing her cheeks to burn even brighter. With a quick intake of breath, she submerged herself into the water, seeking refuge from his penetrating gaze.
As Hazel submerged herself in the water, attempting to hide her embarrassment, Francisco's voice pierced the awkward silence.
"I can't talk when people avoid my gaze," he stated.
Hazel's brows furrowed in frustration.
"What's wrong with you?"
Hazel tightened her jaw and shot him an angry glare.
"The way you're acting, don't you think it's uncomfortable for others?" she snapped.
Francisco leaned back against the tub, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's nothing new to you," he retorted.
"You've seen me like this before."
"Why are you just in a towel, then?" he continued, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"I've seen you plenty of times."
Hazel's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to regain her composure.
"Shut up!" Hazel shouted, her frustration boiling over.
Francisco chuckled, unfazed by her outburst.
"Shameless," Hazel muttered, averting her gaze.
Francisco's laughter only grew louder, and Hazel found it impossible to meet his eyes. He was undeniably attractive, with his chiseled abs and muscular physique.
"Will you sit like this?"
Francisco asked, gesturing to the towel wrapped around her.
Hazel hesitated for a moment before responding, "I'm fine like this."
"Try to relax," Francisco suggested, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Hazel's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she sank further into the water, desperately trying to ignore Francisco's provocative presence.
Hazel sighed in resignation, feeling discomfort.
"I did what you asked," she replied, her voice tinged with irritation.
"Now tell me what you want?"
Francisco's smile only widened as he heard her response. He leaned back in the tub, running a hand through his wet hair as he met Hazel's gaze. Without warning, he stood up, causing water to splash around the tub. Hazel's eyes widened in surprise as she watched him rise, his naked form fully exposed to her, his manhood facing her directly.
A blush crept up Hazel's cheeks as she quickly averted her gaze, feeling a surge of embarrassment. She instinctively squeezed her thighs tightly with her hands, trying to shield herself from the unexpected sight.
"Rub my back and massage!"
Francisco demanded, his tone assertive as he sat back down, turning his back to her.
Hazel hesitated for a moment.
She knew arguing with Francisco would be futile, so she reluctantly picked up the gel and began to scrub his back. As her hands moved over his skin, she couldn't help but notice the tattoo on his back, her fingers tracing its intricate lines as she massaged his muscles.
Francisco's eyes remained closed as Hazel's fingers moved along his shoulder and neck, then paused on his tattoo. She couldn't help but admire the snake, which seemed to complement his physique perfectly.
However, Francisco was enjoying her touch more than the massage itself, evident from his physical reaction.
Suddenly, Francisco spoke up, his eyes still closed, "I think we should throw a small party and invite all your colleagues."
Hazel stopped massaging, taken aback by his unexpected proposal.
"What?" she exclaimed, disbelief evident in her voice.
Francisco opened his eyes and turned to face her, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"Do you not like the idea?" he asked casually, reaching out to touch her cheek. Hazel instinctively tried to move away, but she found herself trapped with no space to retreat.
With narrowed eyes, she questioned him, "What are you planning?"
"What if I reveal everything? Aren't you afraid?"
Francisco's slight smirk remained as Hazel's incredulous expression met his statement.
"For what?"
"I didn't do anything."
Francisco chuckled softly.
"If you ask for help, then ask. I have no problem with it," he replied casually.
Hazel furrowed her brows, trying to decipher his intentions. What was Francisco up to that time?
"If you want, you can join there," Francisco offered suddenly, his expression nonchalant.
"Really?" Hazel's disbelief was evident in her voice.
"Of course," Francisco confirmed with a nod.
Hazel's curiosity was piqued, but she remained wary of his motives.
"Now, should I rub your back?" he asked cautiously, seeking permission.
Francisco leaned closer to her with a mischievous smile, causing Hazel to tense up slightly. He playfully brushed a kiss on her cheek, eliciting an irritated look from her.
"It's just that I want to see if you love your parents or not," Francisco teased, his smile widening.
Hazel's face paled at his words, a mixture of shock and uncertainty washing over her.
"You look so beautiful when you furrow your brows," Francisco remarked, his tone teasing yet strangely sincere.
Francisco's smirk lingered as he rose from the tub, his arousal evident.
Hazel's lips tightened as she muttered under her breath, "Shameless."
Francisco chuckled, undeterred by her comment. He turned on the shower, the sound of cascading water filling the room as he stepped out of the tub.
"It's not my fault," he remarked casually as he dried himself off.
"You've seduced me in many ways, but still, you don't let me touch you."
Hazel's ears flushed crimson at his words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. She kept her gaze averted, refusing to meet his eyes as he lingered in the room.
Once Francisco had left, Hazel finally turned her attention to the running water. She couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered after their conversation.
'I know he indirectly told me to quit my job.'
'Devil!'
With a heavy sigh, she stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the tension of the moment.