The Resilient Lady Collins

Chapter 127: Giving in (3)

Scarlet felt Ian smiling against her lips. Of course, he would smile since he was getting his way. He managed to get her in this position two days in a row. Somehow surviving a sit down with her father.

Scarlet jumped a little when his hand touched her thigh. It didn’t go any further, so she assumed he was just trying to keep her in place. One little mistake and they could both roll to be on the floor.

Scarlet noted how he was careful not to let both his hands wander. Though she had agreed to take him seriously, he had not jumped ahead to touch her too much.

"Ian," Scarlet said when she got the chance. "I need to breathe."

"My apologies," Ian replied, propping himself up with his arms to take his weight off of her. "And how long do you need?"

"You," Scarlet said, not believing the man before her. "Do you intend to continue?"

"Yes. That was hardly enough," Ian said, eyeing her now ruined lips. The colour that she wore was smudged and he would love a mirror to see the state of his lips.

"You are acting as though this is the last day that you will see me. Calm down," Scarlet said.

"Then, I am free to kiss you each day that I see you since I didn’t get enough now?" Ian questioned, brushing his thumb gently across her lips. If only she could see how she looked to him now. Scarlet would understand why he was so eager to kiss her.

"I never allowed a man just courting me on the first day to kiss me so much. You should cherish that you’ve done it twice in two days. May I sit up now? I have a feeling that my hair is no longer the same as when I walked in."

"I think that it is better now with how it is sprawled all over. You look good against this chair. You should come here more often," said Ian.

"I will not. Your lips are now a mess. Do you have something to wipe them with?" Scarlet questioned, turning her head to the right to look for something to use.

Ian turned her head back to look at him. "Why don’t we kiss until it goes away."

Scarlet closed her eyes. "Ian, don’t annoy me."

"Doing that is what got me in this position now. Is it not? Let me help you," Ian said, pulling Scarlet up as he returned to their earlier seating arrangement. "Tell me, do you dislike this now?" fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"I do. I always prefer to sit on a chair. That is what it was made for. I would love to know how you developed a love for being so touchy. What I know about your background so far, I would have thought that you would not be fond of others and be close," said Scarlet.

Scarlet didn’t have family troubles with her parents, but being placed in the town’s spotlight, she hated a lot of interaction with some people.

"What keeps making you think that I like touching everyone? I only like doing it with you," Ian answered, raking his hand through her hair to watch it slowly fall back onto her.

"Lucky me," Scarlet muttered. "Would it ruin the moment to ask for water? I haven’t drank water since I visited the hotel and you came close to sucking the life out of me. Just one glass would do."

"Is this a ploy to get off my lap?" Ian asked before he moved.

"That would be a good plan but I am a tad bit thirsty. Still, it might be best that you don’t go with the way your lips are now," Scarlet said, trying to wipe away traces of their kiss from his lips with her finger. "Why did I go with red today? It is the hardest to make go away."

While Ian enjoyed Scarlet finally being adventurous to touch him, he wanted to enjoy the way his lips were now. He held her hand to get her to stop.

"I can’t have my lady not getting the water that she needs. I will get it myself," Ian said, sliding her over to sit beside him.

"Wait. I am almost done with removing it. Ian!" Scarlet called, joining him in getting up. "Do not take another step."

Scarlet knew what he was planning to do by walking out of there looking like that. What better way to show their relationship than with his lips looking like that after being alone with her? Scarlet didn’t need the workers here who she wasn’t close to knowing of what goes on behind closed doors.

"To stop me, you either need to tackle or chain me up, but then we would have a far bigger issue," Ian said, looking over his shoulder at Scarlet approaching him.

If not for wanting to get her water, he would turn around to kiss her again.

Scarlet ignored his sexual hint of what could happen. She wasn’t like others he had come across. If she tied him up, it was to torture him in the cruellest ways.

"Do not-"

Ian couldn’t hear the ending of her sentence as he made his escape and closed the door behind him. He knew that he had to be prepared to come back to an angry Scarlet. A bigger version of the cat she had back on her estate.

Ian couldn’t see what Owen meant about Scarlet being scary. She was quite the opposite. Still, Ian didn’t want Owen and other men to see what he saw.

Before Ian left, he used his hand to wipe his lips, trying to remove the last of what Scarlet failed to get rid of. It was fun to tease her, but he didn’t want her to be embarrassed if that was what she felt now. He did not need to show off the intimate side of his relationship to his workers or anyone in town.

"Oh! I didn’t think I would be seeing you soon. I put on a pot of water for you," Owen said, expecting a compliment in return for his quick thinking. "Is that blood? Did she finally try to kill you?"

Ian sighed, his mood changed by Owen. "Why would she want to kill me and how do my lips look?"

Ian had to resort to using Owen since he didn’t want to be looking around for a mirror. He had to get back to Scarlet before she thought about leaving.

Owen was a little taken aback by the last part of the question. "I don’t know. I’ve never looked at them that way. I suppose you have normal lips."

"Owen, you fool. I meant if there is something on them. Why do I even bother with you?" Ian wondered. It was his fault for not giving more details to what he meant as Owen tended to think of the worst things. "Thank you for putting on a pot but all she wants is water."

"If she wants hot water, I was close to getting it right. We’re almost done with the changes you asked for. Oh no," Owen said when he noticed a small disturbance by the front doors. "She doesn’t listen. This is bad timing."

Ian looked to the front doors where once again, Monica was giving trouble.