Tiffany knew that he was doing this on purpose. She got up and grabbed her handbag. “Take me home now, then. It’s past nine. I have to go home early and get some sleep.
He downed another glass of red wine right in front of her. “So sorry, I almost forgot. I’ve been drinking. I can’t drive. You’ve been drinking too.
Tiffany was shocked. “You didn’t… plan this, did you? You knew you had to drive and you still drank? Well… What do I do now?”
Jackson shrugged. “I didn’t drink much. I’ll be able to drive later at night. Just wait a while. I cooked the food, so you wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. I’m going to take a shower.”
As she watched him walk upstairs, Tiffany couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right, but she simply couldn’t figure it out. She washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen for him. It would take a good few hours for her to sober up. Wouldn’t it be tedious if she arrived home in the wee hours of the morning? Calling a designated driver seemed more appropriate to her. When she went upstairs to speak to Jackson, she realized that he was still in the shower. He was dawdling in the bathroom.
She suddenly spotted her white knitted top underneath his bed sheet covers, the one she wore last night. She clearly remembered putting it in her room after changing her clothes…
The bathroom door opened just then. Jackson stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist, his bare chest in full view, still shining with rippling droplets of water. She felt her throat tighten at the sight of this. “What are you doing? What took you so long in the shower?” she asked, trying to conceal her innermost thoughts. “I think I’d better call a designated driver. I have to go home.”
Jackson walked towards her, lowered his body, and stared right at her, allowing a drop of water from the tip of his hair to slide onto the tip of her nose. “Why? Are you scared that I might do something to you? You were obviously drooling at the sight of me. I should be the careful one here, no?”
She was so embarrassed that she wanted to bury herself into a hole. “That’s nonsense. You’re being preposterous. I wasn’t drooling! I got tired of looking at your body long ago. It doesn’t interest me!”
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