Dominant Woman Looking for Love - CH 27：Smells so good.

“… Oh?” It is all he manages to say before he checks the mirror, glances behind him, and then backs up in reverse.

… Does that mean I’m in some kind of trouble right now? Hmmm…

* * * * *

We finally arrive at his apartment.

I follow him to the elevator; and even to his apartment’s doorstep.

“Jett…” I scratch my head and feel a little uneasy.

“Yes?”

I grab his arm gently and stare into his eyes, wondering what his intentions are. “Why… are we here…?”

He answers flatly, “It’s for several reasons if I had to be honest. We need to talk. Also, I just want to spend time with you. I don’t want anyone interrupting either.”

I’m not a clueless idiot, but Jett isn’t the type that would just go for sex out of nowhere anyway… not that that’d be off the table though, knowing him.

It just goes to show how much I really trust him as a person as well.

If he tells me he wants to talk and spend uninterrupted time, I know he does mean it like that.

He opens the door widely, and I go inside his apartment.

* * * * *

I look around as we take off our coats and shoes.

Going further in, I notice that the style of the apartment quite suits him.

It’s a mixture of earthy and industrial pieces of furniture, and it’s quite comfortable without ever going out of date.

I smile, and I turn around to find where he’s at.

He’s by the kitchen, preparing some things.

I guess he’s making some tea for both of us, so I go towards the couch and sit so I can wait for him.

Leaning back, I put my leg over the other and twiddle my thumbs.

Not too long after, he comes back and places one of the cups on a trivet that’s already set on the coffee table.

He sits down beside me and starts drinking some tea.

Heh. He still remembers that I don’t drink hot tea immediately. So cute.

Putting some space between us, I shift my body so I can put a leg up and face him. I recline on the back of the couch for some support.

My ears perk up a little when I hear him sigh.

“… Can we talk without putting our guards up? Would that be okay with you, Rysia?” He looks at me with a stern and slightly concerned expression.

“… Alright, Jett.”

“I mean… I do still owe you some questions, after all. I remember we didn’t get to continue that, actually.” While telling him this somewhat sheepishly, I look down in embarrassment when I remember that night.

There’s a bit of a pause before he persists with his question.

…

“… Is there anything you’re hiding from me? Something you’re worried that I’ll find out about and wouldn’t like?”

Hearing a question like this asked so bluntly, I feel as if time stopped, and some imaginary walls are closing in on me.

… Fear.

I stiffen, and a gentle hand goes over mine.

Because of how sudden that was, I begin to laugh nervously.

Jett sets his cup down on another trivet and opens his arms.

“… Rysia… come here. Let me hold you.” He says with a genuine look of worry on his face.

Some tears spring up from my eyes, and I end up squinting a little. Everything’s blurry.

I move closer to him and slowly let myself sink in his embrace.

… He smells so good.

It slides down my cheeks and seeps into his soft cashmere sweater.

…

I finally calm down some after he pats my back a few times.

I pull back a little so that I can rest my forehead at the base of Jett’s neck.

“Okay… to be honest… I’m… I’m anxious that if you know how I’m like these days… maybe feeling ‘put off’ is perhaps, putting it a bit mildly.”

Looking down, I see his hand is free, so I interlace mine with his. I move back and lean on the couch as I take a big breath.

“You probably already noticed at work, but I’m… I’m a bit too dominant, and that scares pretty much a lot of guys off. I don’t mean like… a bossy or naggy wife – maybe I seem too masculine instead? I seriously don’t know.”

“… I also… seem kind of keen on the more odd stuff when it comes to sex as well…”

I look away.

Truthfully, I can’t even bear to look into his eyes, out of fear he’ll reject me just like…

Jett uses two of his fingers to move my chin. He makes me face him directly.

My eyebrows furrow even deeper; I’m still not ready, so my eyes inadvertently darts away to the side.

“Rysia…? Shouldn’t you look at me while we’re talking about something serious?”

“… But… I…”

“No. Look at me. Is this the type of expression someone would make if they’re rejecting you?”

… Wait. So he’s not…

My eyes quickly shift back to him to check; impatience now gets the better of me as I NO longer wanted to put off the answer I’ve wanted for so long.

…

Jett smiles gently at me and looks quite at peace from relief. My heart beats faster from how sweet he is being.

“I think you’re underestimating how much I love you, you know?” He tenderly assures me.