Chapter 89 Today, You're Hot Too...
Josephine thought it over and decided not to ask.
What would be the point of asking?
Childhood feelings, even if they were real, didn't mean much now.
Stuart didn't like her now, that was a fact.
Why bother asking about the past? Knowing Stuart, he might even mock her.
However, if she didn't ask, Josephine couldn't stop thinking about it.
She was torn; by the time Stuart came back, she still hadn't made up her mind.
After resting for a day, her cold symptoms had improved a lot. After dinner, Andrew told her to go to bed early.
Both of them went back to the bedroom. Stuart glanced at her, their eyes met, and then he quickly looked away.
She picked up her phone to look up some information, while Stuart was checking emails on his laptop. Neither of them paid attention to the other.
Josephine finally couldn't hold back and spoke first, "Can you do wood carving?"
Stuart didn't respond.
They were both sitting on the couch, but each occupied one end, with a large space in between.
Josephine tilted her head to look at him.
Stuart's profile was more attractive, with a high, straight nose bridge.
His eyelashes were so long.
A strong jawline and a prominent Adam's apple.
"What are you looking at?" Stuart suddenly asked as he looked up.
Josephine quickly looked away, her earlobes a bit hot. She denied, "I wasn't looking at you."
"Looking but not admitting it?" Stuart glanced her up and down. He teased, "What are you feeling guilty about?"
Josephine straightforwardly asked, "Then why didn't you answer when I asked you?"
Stuart said, "You didn't say my name. Who knows who you're talking to?"
"It's just the two of us in this room." Josephine didn't want to argue with him, so she compromised. She asked again, "Alright, Mr. Haustia, can you do wood carving?"
Stuart's gaze returned to his laptop. He shot back, "Why are you asking?"
Josephine said, "Just curious."
Stuart didn't say anything.
He lowered his eyes, and Josephine couldn't see his expression.
Josephine waited for a while, but he didn't respond. She couldn't help but lift her leg and kicked his knee.
As soon as she kicked, she wanted to leave, but Stuart quickly grabbed her.
Josephine tried to pull away, but he held her foot firmly; she couldn't break free.
"Let go!" She glared at him. She scolded, "What are you doing?!"
"You kicked me first." Stuart put his laptop aside with one hand and leaned in. He teased, "Josephine, if you want to sleep with me, just say so. I'll satisfy you. Why play these little tricks?"
Josephine was furious. She retorted, "I don't want to sleep with you! Do you think everyone is like you, with nothing but sex on their mind!"
Stuart said, "First you sneak a look at me, then you use your foot to hook me. Isn't that enough?"
Stuart finished speaking and actually leaned in to kiss the top of her foot.
Josephine was shocked.
Stuart let go of her and pressed down on her. Seeing her wide-eyed expression, he couldn't help but laugh. He said playfully, "I've kissed every part of your body. You don't need to be so surprised."
Josephine blushed. She said angrily, "Shameless!"
"You were the one who made the first move," Stuart said, "Why are you cursing?"
Josephine persisted, "So can you do wood carving or not?"
Stuart said, "Fulfill your duty, and I'll tell you."
Josephine angrily said, "I'm sick! Can't you stop being such a beast!"
"Last time I was sick." Stuart's eyes deepened. He questioned, "Was it hot?"
Josephine was stunned, not immediately understanding Stuart's words.
Seeing her dazed look, Stuart chuckled softly.
He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Today, you're hot too. I want to try sleeping with you."
Josephine finally understood what he meant and was shocked. She tried to curse, "Stuart, you are simply..."
She had called him a beast before.
She had also called him worse than a beast.
She had also said his mind was full of sex and desire.
What else could she call him?
Josephine didn't know.
Mainly, she didn't expect Stuart to be so shameless.
"Shameless!" She gritted her teeth and cursed him, "Beast!"
Stuart picked her up and walked towards the bed. He said sarcastically, "You call me a beast every day. If I wasn't one, I'd become one."
Josephine said, "Because you do things worse than a beast!"
Stuart put her down and then pressed on top of her. He suggested, "Stop talking and do something else, okay?"
Josephine glared at him. She complained, "I'm exhausted. Can you stop tormenting me!"
"How is it tormenting?" Stuart kissed her earlobe. He coaxed, "Just relax and sweat a bit. You'll feel better tomorrow. Trust me, okay?"
Josephine thought, 'I don't trust you!'
Josephine's opposition was futile.
Stuart's body pressed down, and he let out a satisfied sigh. He remarked, "You really are hot."
Josephine wasn't a wooden doll; besides, they were always in sync in this matter.
Their experience today was indeed different.
But thinking about how Stuart didn't care about her condition, Josephine was especially angry.
Suddenly, she remembered what Andrew had said and couldn't help but frown.
Josephine thought, 'Does Stuart know how to do wood carving or not?'
"You're not focused." Stuart thrust harder. He said patiently, "Josephine, don't provoke me at a time like this, understand?"
Josephine wrapped her arms around his neck. She demanded, "Then answer me one question."
Stuart gripped her waist. He replied, "Am I not working hard enough?"
Josephine groaned twice and barely managed to speak, "Slow down; wait, do you know how to do wood carving or not?"
Stuart looked straight into her eyes. He said vaguely, "What if I do, and what if I don't?"
Josephine was annoyed. She said impatiently, "Will you just answer! It's a simple question; why make it so complicated!"
"I used to," Stuart said, "Not anymore. Is that answer satisfactory?"
Josephine asked, "When did you used to?"
Stuart, lying on top of her, kissed her chin. He taunted, "Want to know? Depends on your performance."
Josephine was puzzled. She asked, "What do you mean?"
Stuart suddenly hugged her and flipped over, changing their positions instantly.
Josephine gasped and placed her hands on his chest.
Stuart gripped her waist. He suggested, "You move."
They were always in sync in this matter, but Stuart was usually the one taking the initiative.
This position was indeed a first.
A light blush spread over Josephine's body, and her cheeks turned red.
She was both embarrassed and angry, and tried to get up and leave.
Stuart held her waist tightly. He tempted, "Don't you want to know the answer?"
Josephine was furious. She said irritably, "I don't want to know anymore! Let go of me!"
She struggled hard, not realizing that her movements were giving Stuart a different kind of sensation.
He couldn't hold back any longer. With strong arms, he lifted Josephine's waist and started a different kind of lovemaking.
Josephine soon couldn't speak; the room was filled with broken moans and sounds that made one blush.
When it was all over, Josephine was indeed covered in sweat.
Stuart carried her to the shower and then dried her off.
Josephine was drowsy, almost asleep, and completely out of it.
As soon as Stuart put her on the bed, she fell asleep immediately.
Stuart looked at her sleeping face and said the answer she wanted, "When I was ten, I learned wood carving. But after fifteen, I never touched it again."
Unfortunately, Josephine couldn't hear it.
