Ginger Fox Part 2

"I asked a question." My fingers crush the hem of my shorts as I hear the sound of a chair scraping. The heavy footsteps are few before I feel the intense breath close to me.
"Miss Fox wants to take Jon out of the mansion. I don’t think it would be appropriate for him to go out in this hot sun," Lorane is quick to respond, making me seem irresponsible by pointing out the scorching sun.
I know Jon is very fair-skinned, and his skin doesn't get much sun, so sunburns can be serious. That’s why I’ve packed two bottles of sunscreen in my backpack, to protect him. I’m not an idiot; I wouldn’t make him lie on the sand at noon, burning like a shrimp.
"And should I presume that Miss Fox thinks it’s appropriate?" My skin tingles at his intense voice, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up like a cat's when a big, angry dog growls nearby.
"Actually, I wouldn’t use the word ‘appropriate,’" I whisper, tapping my feet on the floor.
The thought that I might somehow fail Jon if I don’t take him out for a walk because I lacked the courage to face Mr. Roy is enough to kick my embarrassment over the free masturbation show far away.
"The word I’d use is ‘essential.’ It’s a necessity, Mr. Roy." I lift my gaze to the serious man standing so close that I can feel the warm air of his breath brushing my forehead.
I don’t think I noticed during that dinner how incredibly tall he is, and even in a black suit, I can still see his muscles, which stretch the tailored fabric. The man is almost as wide as the door, a muscular frame full of testosterone.
"Essential," he says the word calmly, his lips parting slightly.
"Yes, Jon spends too much time indoors." I glance at Mrs. Lorane, who looks like she's just a step away from strangling me, just as I wanted to do to her a moment ago. "I’m bringing sunscreen to take care of him, and I won’t let him get too much sun. But staying inside also doesn’t help strengthen his skin."
I return my gaze to Mr. Roy, who only watches me without showing any sympathy for my request.
"Today, we decided to leave the library and explore the island, like Captain Nemo."
"Are you encouraging him because of an animated movie? Should I assume you’re Dory, to so easily forget all the recommendations I’ve given you?"
I’m going to kill her! God, I’m seriously considering it!
"Actually, I have an excellent memory, ma’am," I reply softly, trying to mask my anger. "I’ll be the Nautilus, not a fish. And I remember very well that you told me I could use a vehicle from the mansion whenever he wanted to go out."
"You should spend more time in the library than in the greenhouse, Lorane. It would help you understand literary references." The woman’s face turns so red that I feel a pang of empathy for how rude and cold Mr. Roy's voice is.
"You know what," she raises her hands, shaking her head in disgust, "the decision is yours, Jonathan." Lorane quickly regains her composure, bringing her cold façade back, and immediately turns and walks away with firm steps.
I watch the hem of her dress, dirty in the back, as she leaves. From what Baby told me, it wasn’t Mr. Roy who was in the greenhouse with her. And if it wasn’t her husband in there, who was it? Because it’s clear she was having an intimate moment among the orchids. I bite the side of my lips to contain the uncontrollable curiosity that overwhelms me. With a loud huff from a buffalo, too close for my liking, invading my personal space, I find myself sucked into his blue eyes when I turn around. This man is meticulous, with an overwhelming force of domination, and he’s holding me captive with the intensity of his gaze. He’s a damned trigger for my rogue vagina, which loses control in his presence. Remembering that it was precisely these eyes I imagined watching me as I masturbated on the balcony makes me hyperventilate again.
"So, little Nautilus, do you wish to explore the island with Jon?" I bite down harder on the side of my mouth, my heart racing with erratic beats.
"Yes, it will be good for him, and..." I lose my train of thought as his precise arm movements accentuate the thickness of his muscles beneath the suit. His body moves slowly, taking short steps, causing me to step back.

His large hands slip into his pants pockets, and his chest naturally moves forward as he breathes. The first button of his white dress shirt draws my attention to a thin scar that traces the line of his throat, faded and aged with time, blending into the color of his skin. Now that I’m so close to him, I notice that his skin isn’t as pale as Baby’s; it has a natural tan, almost giving him a golden hue.
"Essential. I believe that’s the word you used." I don’t have much to say. Being so close to him in an empty hallway is dangerous for my mental health. I can only nod in confirmation.
It’s only when he steps back, his body straightening as he moves toward the open door, that I realize my back is pressed against the wall. I lost space and time, all in a matter of seconds, just because of a warm breath and his dominating gaze.
"What are you waiting for? You can go. I hope you find the adventure you’re looking for, Miss Fox."
Extreme danger!
That’s what my brain screams as I hear his smooth voice, now completely different from the impersonal and cold tone he used moments ago, but still with an unmistakable predatory gleam in his eyes. I can’t quite decide which fierce animal suits him best—a sly Bengal tiger or a lethal African lion. Either way, he knows he’s at the top of the food chain, and right now, I’m his prey. He’s toying with me, testing my reaction, and he enjoys watching how my body responds with my quickened breath.
With the last bit of strength I have left, I turn quickly and retreat like a soldier who has just faced his enemy. I don’t look back for a second, even though I’m certain he’s still standing there. The hairs on the back of my neck, standing on end, confirm it. The truth is, this strange, brooding man is a dangerous chimera, and I’ve just entered his hunting radar.