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The Babysitter novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: (Aubrey's POV)- Chocolate Strawberries?

After that I threw Xavier out of my room and stomped around for a moment, thinking of what to do to have the upper hand but I really just couldn't think of anything, so I ultimately gave up and went downstairs to see him making... chocolate strawberries?

"What are you doing?" I asked as I walked up and sat on the barstool.

"Making chocolate strawberries." he gave me a pointed look.

"Well, no shit sherlock. Why?" I asked as he put the plate in the freezer before washing his hands and turning to me.

"Because I had a craving for sweets." he shrugged. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"So you chose sweets that need to be refrigerated for three hours?" I asked sarcastically.

"Hmm I didn't think about that but it's done now so oh well," he shrugged before walking over to me and spinning my barstool around to face him while he placed his arms on either side of me, trapping me there.

"I could have had something sweeter," he smirked while inching closer.

"You got a taste of it last night wasn't that enough?" I arched an eyebrow at him. He raised his eyebrows at me, surprised at what I was implying. "The tequila, babe." I traced his jaw before trying to push him off but he wouldn't budge.

He smirked before speaking, "Tequila burns, kisses your lips give don't" he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear while I kept from shivering under his touch.

"Hmm, why is that?" I asked while propping my elbows up behind me on the counter.

"Do I really have to say?" he arched an eyebrow at me, amusement evident in his eyes. And then the doorbell interrupted. He groaned while cursing under his breath before he went to answer it.

"Obsessive stalker alert," I mumbled under my breath before skipping up the stairs.

I watched before entering my room as he froze at hearing my words and peeked out from the kitchen window to take a look at whose car was in his driveway. Julie's of course.

"Uh-uh. Nope." he shook his head before running up the stairs and over to me, breaking into my room while I tried to lock him out. "I'm not answering that door. Please get it?" he pleaded.

"And say what? You're not home because you're suddenly off house arrest and went for a walk around town?" I gave him a pointed look.

"Say I got arrested or something for uh- breaking the house arrest." he shrugged.

"She'll go to the station to see you and you're not an adult, you can't go to jail," I stated.

"She won't know that trust me, she's dumber than she looks." he groaned as he leaned against the wall.

"Well, then I don't wanna know how dumb she is. Get the door." I demanded as the doorbell rang repeatedly.

"I'm not getting the door," he spoke slowly as if I would understand it better then.

"Well, neither am I." I shrugged while sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Okay," he shrugged before sitting next to me as we ignored the doorbell ringing for the next ten minutes.

That doorbell will be broken shortly. Finally, she left after another five minutes of trying. She tried calling him but he hung up, ignored it, or sent it to voicemail. I shook my head as he sighed and lay across the bed.

"It's cruel what you do to girls really, you tease. A lot," I sighed. "And then you complain about how you don't like getting teased. Hypocritical much?" I smirked while turned to him, lying on my stomach to face him. He smiled while looking at me.

"Very hypocritical, I know. But you're the only one I like teasing. Your reactions are priceless." he laughed.

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