knock
—but the door isn't locked.
Hesitant, I push it open.
The room hits me immediately.
Big, airy, immaculate. Expensive-looking, but warm somehow—like it belonged to someone who noticed every little detail.
And then my eyes catch it.
A sculpture, shimmering in the light, delicate curves that seem almost alive. My breath catches. I step closer, drawn to it, captivated in a way that makes my chest tight.
"It's… beautiful," I murmur.
A voice—low, smooth, teasing—comes from behind me.
"Beautiful… delicate… the kind of thing you could fall for at first sight…"
I startle, spinning around.
And then I see him.
You..
A moment of silence and stare
I know you
...the guy from the hall way
But that was the least of what caught
my attention
I happened to be standing two steps away from a half naked man.
How fascinating
Shirtless.
Lean, toned, skin glowing in the sunlight streaming through the window.
Broad shoulders, strong arms, and a chest that flexes effortlessly with every subtle movement
. My eyes widen… my heart hammers.
He leans casually, just enough to make the air between us electric.
"Yes… you. Beautiful. Captivating. Honestly, I could watch that all day."
Heat rushes to my cheeks. "…I—uh—"
He tilts his head, eyes glinting, and glances at the object I've been admiring. "…or am l wrong. The object is something else ,isn't it."
I blink, trying to breathe normally. "…The object?"
"Yes," he says, voice calm but laced with amusement. "Why? What did you think?"
I groan, cheeks blazing. "…I—I didn't think—"
He steps a little closer, enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from him, voice teasing, low. "Relax. Though… I also admit, it was fun watching you squirm for a second."
I glance at him, then at the sculpture, my thoughts tangled. "…You're kidding"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
I glance at him.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips
His stare holding me captive
That smile deepens.
"So," he continues smoothly, "you're the one assigned to keep me alive."
I extended a hand, pulling myself back together.
"Janette Bay."
He raises a brow.
"But," I add, "everyone calls me Baby."
A pause.
His eyes flicker—interest sharpening, something playful settling in.
"Baby," he repeats, softer.
Testing it.
My heart does something stupid.
"I think I'll call you Jenny ...so that no one expects me can call you that"
I stare at him. " you can't just..."
"I think I will."
I hold his gaze
He steps closer.
Not enough to touch.
Enough to make it a decision not to move.
"Jenny," he says again, slower this time, watching my reaction like it's the most interesting thing in the room.
His smile shifts—less teasing now, more intrigued.
"See you around… Jenny."
He turns and walks away from me
My breath catches again. I try to look away from him, from the way the sunlight makes his skin glow… but I can't. My heartbeat is deafening in the quiet room.