The Bad Boy Next Room (Charlie and Taylor)

Why was Charlie screaming? Because Taylor West was putting his gloriously sculpted, drool-worthy back on display! Yep! Charlie had just witnessed a masterpiece of muscle and perfection, and damn, it was a work of art. It was just his back, but it felt like she had just binged a two-hour, slow-motion, heart- stopping, steamy romance movie. And she was not okay! Her heart was racing!

'Luke was a basketball player too, but why did he not have this kind of body?' Charlie wondered. 'Maybe it was for the best. Otherwise, I would have lost control.'

'What are you saying, Charlie?' she scolded herself. 'Are you saying you are going to lose control with Taylor West? Stop it! Stop it now! He is a bad boy!' "Whatever it is that you are thinking, stop. We have more important things to do, Charlie Blondie," Taylor said while getting up and now flaunting his abs.

'Damn.' Charlie stared at his chest, utterly speechless. If his back was a two-hour cinematic masterpiece, then his chest and abs? Oh, they were an entire 52- episode Korean drama-packed with slow burns, heart-racing tension, and jaw- dropping plot twists!

"Charlie Blondie King?" Taylor gave Charlie the 'eyes on me' sign and said, "Let's clean up."

"Yep! Let's clean up,” Charlie echoed, frantically nodding and searching for a rug.

It took an hour to get all the water dried out in the entire kitchen. As they were wiping every corner of the place, Charlie explained to Taylor how she made cheesy chicken croquettes and burned the food.

After cleaning up, Charlie bathed first, and Taylor followed. Another hour later, they were both in the kitchen. Taylor was wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed his fine biceps. He crossed his arms against his chest and said with evident sarcasm in his tone, "Let me teach you how not to burn your chicken croquettes." They made the mixture together in silence, and they made a lot. When everything was ready, Taylor said, "First, turn on the fucking exhaust!"

"Yeah, I just forgot earlier," Charlie said.

"Second," Taylor instructed. "Don't put too much cheese. It easily burns. Third, set the stove in low heat."

They placed all the chicken croquettes in the frying pan, and then Taylor said, "The most important thing is to watch your cooking. Got it?"

"Yeah! Jeeze," Charlie said. "It won't happen again."

"It won't because you are not cooking unless I am around from now on!" Taylor declared. "We don't want to burn Tanya's house."

They finished cooking all the chicken croquettes quickly. After Charlie served them on the table, she said, "You know what? Forget about my no-sharing food policy." She smiled and offered, "Let's eat together."

"As it should be because you just lost your right to be greedy the second you activated the fire sprinklers," Taylor said seriously. He grabbed two sets of plates, saying, "Let's eat. It's already ten! I'm fucking hungry."

At the dining table, they ate in silence. Charlie overlooked the fact that Taylor had eaten fifteen pieces of the chicken croquettes, because she really did mess up. Later on, Charlie remembered something about earlier's incident. She studied Taylor's athletic face and said, "Are we just going to forget the fact that you have seen my breasts?"

Taylor had been clearly upset, but he soon chuckled. He leaned back after drinking a glass of orange juice. He answered, "I wasn't going to bring it up, but since you raised it, sure, why not?" He smirked and described, "You have nice breasts. They are perfectly perky."

Charlie's mouth fell on the floor, and her face burned in embarrassment. "You! How dare you?!"

"What did you want me to say? You asked to talk about it? How did you want me to talk about it?" Taylor asked with a brow raised. "To be fair, it was your fault. Second, you were also leering on my chest. So, we are even. Let's just say we both got lucky thanks to your... cremated croquette."

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