Slowly, she turned to look at him only to see that he had already gotten into the bathtub. The water did absolutely nothing to cover his model-like body. In fact, it emphasized it.
"Yes," Avelina answered.
"Bathe me."
Avelina slowly walked towards his tub. Her breath was shaky as he undid the bun she had put in his hair and allowed it to caress his shoulders.
She grabbed something to bathe him with and could ultimately feel her embarrassment peek through her every movement.
Adrik wasn’t saying a word. He was enjoying the way her hands would shake and her breath would go faltered.
She put soap onto the small towel. Her hands lightly stroked his upper body as his eyes shut.
It was instinctive the way her teeth bit down on her lip. She massaged his body before trailing as low as his hand allowed her to.
Adrik grasped her wrist and held it against his chest. She could feel him pushing her arm past his abdomen.
It was strange the way she didn’t want to pull away.
His eyes met hers as her hand traveled over his length. He used her hand to move up and down. His long shaft was hardening right underneath her touch.
Avelina quickly knocked out of her trance as she pulled away from the tub. Her hand easily slipped from his grasp.
"Uh, Goodnight,” Avelina stated awkwardly.
Avelina didn’t even wait for his response because she hurried out of his room. Her heartbeat was still booming in her chest.
It sucked how she had only just met him but couldn't seem to get enough of him.
Letting out a dee breath, her mind tried its best to slow down the pace of her heart.
The last thing on her mind was how troubling it would be to keep her hormones in check.
CHAPTER FOUR
Care for Beginnings
Avelina woke up from the sound of her alarm.
Once her eyes settled on the time, she realized it was precisely seven in the morning. As she recalled from the long list of rules, Adrik liked his food to be ready at exactly eight.
A groan moved past her lips.
Her laziness was whining as she got up and placed on a pair of jeans along with a presentable V-neck shirt. The shirt was completely different from the 'napkin' that Adrik seemed to hate so much.
Avelina walked out of her room and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where she cooked him the breakfast Johnathan had listed. She found it devastating that Adrik ate the same things every day. It seemed too uniform and boring.
Sadly, it wasn't her job to have any sort of opinion. She was there to work.
With that thought, she continued to cook Adrik’s food.
A part of her wondered if Adrik was still sleeping. She also went as far as recalling their intense moment last night. Her thighs clamped together at the memory.
"Stop, Avelina," she whispered to herself.
Placing the cooked food on a plate, she made her way back upstairs. When she made it to Adrik’s bedroom, she saw that it was empty.
"Oh, no, not again," she groaned.
Checking her watch, she saw that she still had about five minutes to serve Adrik his food. Otherwise, he wouldn't even get close to touching it.
Rushing down the stairs, she looked in the pool area only to find it empty. She then focused on the sound of soft classical music, causing her to stop and follow the noise abruptly.
The closer she got to the sound, the louder it seemed to become. Her footsteps led her to a piano where Adrik sat behind it with his eyes shut and his head slightly tilted to the side. He looked angelic.
"Adrik, breakfast," she spoke.
He hurriedly stopped playing and opened his eyes. His gaze dropped from her face to her breast and then the food in her hand.
Biting down on her lip, she walked over to him, where she handed him the plate with a proud smile on her face. "What were you playing?"
Avelina sat down right beside him on the piano's bench.
"Ludwig van Beethoven, the German composer and pianist. You know, he was a part of the transition between the classical period to the romantically inclined period of classical music from the time of 1802 to 1827.”
Avelina smiled up at him as she nodded her head. She didn't know that, but she found it cute how he managed to withhold so much information in that brilliant brain of his.
"So, you like classical music, huh?" She asked.
He nodded his head slowly as he began to eat the food she had just cooked him.
"You may be outstanding, Mr. Adrik Zolotov. However, I'll have you know that in elementary school, they didn't call me the 'magical pianist' for nothing," she said, quirking up a brow of confidence as her fingers took their places on the piano.
Suddenly, she began to play. Her fingers pressed random keys as the music started to sound jumbled.
"You are terrible at playing the piano. The person that said you are a 'magical pianist' most certainly lied to you," he said calmly.
Avelina stopped playing and looked at him with her mouth agape. A small laugh escaped her. "That was so mean, Adrik.”
"Oh, I didn't realize it was mean. I thought I was helping you.”
She noticed the way his eyebrow twitched for a moment as he allowed confusion to dawn on his features. "Huh. You actually mean that, don't you?"
"Well, I do not lie or joke or kid," he explained.
She nodded her head slowly before turning back to the piano. Just as she was about to start playing again, he suddenly stopped her hands from pressing another key.
As his hands hovered over her own, a warmth seemed to splurge throughout her entire body. She kept recalling their moment from last night. It led to a blush taking over her entire face.
"You are supposed to play like this," he whispered with his lips only a few centimeters away from her ear.
Pressing down while using her fingers, he helped her play a small part of the song, Fur Elise.
It sounded beautiful, and she couldn't help the smile that coated her face.
Suddenly, a voice cleared.
Avelina quickly snatched her hands away and looked up at the intruder.
"Mr. Zolotov," the man from yesterday had greeted.
"Anton," Adrik repeated while never looking up at him at all.
Avelina quickly stood up and dusted off the imaginary dirt from her pants as she looked at Anton.
"Hello, Miss Avelina. You’re his caregiver because I can no longer speak for Mr. Zolotov while at work. You'll be his voice, and I must teach you what exactly to say for him and when to do it," Anton explained.
She glanced over at Adrik before returning her eyes to the muscular man in front of her. "Why doesn't Adrik just speak for himself? He's more intelligent than I will ever be.”
"He may be able to speak to you, but he doesn't speak to everyone. We've told you that Mr. Zolotov is different," the man said.
At that moment, she noticed how Adrik hadn't said a word other than Anton's name. Even while Anton spoke about him as if he were not there, he did not bother to glance up or say a thing.
"Boss, I took care of the situation," Anton told Adrik, leaving her completely confused.
Adrik didn't say a word; he just returned to playing on his piano with his eyes shut and his fingers moving. Only this time, the song was a lot sadder than the piece he had played earlier.
"Are you ready, Avelina?" Anton asked, pulling her away from the intense gaze she left for Adrik.