I shivered at his cold stare. The surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees. So, I stopped talking and focused on washing the dishes carefully.
I braced myself for his ridicule so his silence left me feeling out of sorts.
I peeked at him sideways and noticed that his eyes were flat. I couldn't read any emotion in them.
I couldn't stand the awkward silence. "Don't you have business with Sebastian? Why don't you go ahead and talk to him?"
He pretended he didn't hear me. His slender fingers carefully washed each porcelain bowl, his movements smooth and unhurried.
"I'm not in a hurry!" He simply said.
Awkward silence returned.
Then Hendrix's phone rang, breaking the uncomfortable quiet.
Instead of answering the phone, he looked at me expectantly.
I asked in confusion, "Yes?"
He said, "My hands are full. Sorry, but can you
answer the phone for me?"
At first, I stared at him uncomprehendingly, but then I realized that his mobile phone was in his trousers, and both of his hands were wet and slippery with soap.
I wiped my hands dry. I could help him but...
The corners of my eyes twitched as I mumbled, "Mr. Roberts, I don't think it's very convenient for me!"
He raised his eyebrows imperiously. "Why not?"
How could I just reach in to take things out of his pocket?
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