Bradley's POV

When I exited the closet, the last thing I expected to see was Tiffany standing in my room with a robe on. My thoughts immediately went wild as she shuts her eyes, but she couldn't stop the blush. Was she thinking about me?

I smirked. "Did you come to join me?"

Her eyes flew opened. "No!" She looked up at my face, but I could see she was fighting to look down and I couldn't help but smile.

She found me attractive.

"I don't have any clothes to put on, and I need a comb."

I looked down at the robe that concealed her beautiful curves. She was naked underneath it. Her face was bare, free from makeup, and it made her even more beautiful. Why did I feel this almost savage urge to walk over to her and pull her in my arms? What was stopping me?

Oh, yes. She accused your company of racism.

I need to control myself.

If only we'd met in different circumstances.

I looked down at my body then back at her. "As you can see, I was just about to head for the shower." Our bedroom was adjoined by the bathroom we shared. I heard the moment she stepped in the shower and the moment she got out.

"Fine! At least give me a comb. My hair is a mess." I looked at her hair. It did look a little crazy, but it didn't take away from her beauty.

"Fair enough." I walked over to the drawer and pulled out my comb from it.

I walked over to her and held out the comb to her, "I hope it helps."

She reached to take the comb out of my hand, but I held on a tight to taunt her.

She frowned up at me and gave it one hard tug. The tug caused her to fall back, but before she could fall, I caught her, wrapping my hands tightly around her waist.

I look down into her beautiful face. Her big brown eyes shined up at me. Her lips were

The way she was staring at me made me feel like as though she was looking through me. I looked at her mouth, her dark lips pulp, so very kissable and hella sexy and it was parted slightly. Was that an invitation to kiss her?

Her eyes widen with shock, and suddenly I was all too aware of my body's sudden reaction to hers. I cleared my throat then pulled her up so she could stand straight.

Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down.

My pleas didn't matter though because I'm 99.99% sure that she felt my erection pressing against her.

"Thank you," she said before quickly turning around, exiting my room.

¡Carajo!

Now she's going to think that I'm a racist freak.

Perfect, just perfect.

...

I tab lightly on Tiffany's door.

"Come in." After I got permission, I turn the lock and pushed the door open.

She was standing with her back to the mirror, looking at me. She looked adorable in her two puffy ponytails, absolutely gorgeous.

"So? Are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna give me something to wear?" her uncanny attitude made me smirk.

"Well I'd rather you be naked, but this isn't my place, and I'm sure Mr. & Mrs. Childs wouldn't be too pleased."

She rolled her eyes, "Can you stop being a pervert?"

I took a few steps towards here, "Pervert? There is nothing abnormal about my attraction towards you. You're a very beautiful woman." I could tell she was trying to contain her blush, and it made me smirk even more. "It's okay. You can blush. You have a beautiful smile."

She frowned, "You've never seen me smile."

"You're right, I haven't, but you have plenty of pictures on your Instagram page." I also saw her smiling in the club last night.

"You've seen my Instagram page?"

"I've seen all your social media accounts. That's why I was able to find you so quickly. You should really be careful what you post on the internet. " It was the picture her friend, Mia posted on Instagram that made my PI find her so quickly. "It's a place for all sorts of weirdos and creeps."

"Like you?"

I chuckled, "I guess I deserved that but trust me, I have no intention of hurting you. I'm not a creep or weirdo."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever."

"Of course, I can't promise that I won't stare at you, just as much you stare at me." Tiffany stared at me for a good amount of seconds last night when she turned around to acknowledge me after I called her name. 

"I don't stare it you!" she denied.

I smirked, "Of course you do." I'm not ignorant to the fact that many women take long glances at me. It was a family trait. All the Mefford men were handsome.

"I don't." she denied once again.

"You do," I smirked.

"You're not even my type."

I took a few more steps towards then stood two feet away from her, "Honey, I'm everybody's type."

She moved away from me, "You're too full of yourself."

"I'm just honest, querida."

"I'm not your darling!"

"You speak Spanish?"

She shrugged, "I can survive. I did it at an Intermediate level at university."

"Oh, that's great."

"You? Why do you use so many Spanish adornments?"

"I went to university in Spain."

"Why did you study in Spain? There are great universities here."

"Yea, I love football, and I'm a huge Barcelona fan, so I decided to pack up and study there."

She chuckled for the first time since we've met. It was cute, "How did that work out for you?"

I looked at her and smiled, "It was great. I learnt Spanish. I met a lot of famous footballers."

"Did you meet Messi?"

I looked at her, surprised, "You watch football?"

She shrugged, "My father only had one child, and he happens to be a football and cricket head. He loves Messi."

"What do you love?" The more she spoke, the more intrigued I got. It was apparent she was an intelligent person. Not many persons get excited about reading Shakespeare, I was one of them. Reading wasn't my thing, I frankly didn't have the time for it.

"I'm more of a Maths and English person. Thus the degree in Accounting and my interest in Literature from the 1600s. I'm what teenagers would call a nerd."

I chuckled at her statement, "No, honey. You are nowhere close to being a nerd." I let my eyes travelled over her robe. "Not with a body and face like that."

She blushed, "I think it's time for you to direct me to the clothes."

"Of course. Follow me." I head towards the door with Tiffany following closely behind me.

It was on impulse that I abducted Tiffany tonight. I wasn't thinking about clothes. I just wanted to get here as far away from the city as possible. My cousins have visited their parents a few times since May, so I'm praying at least one of them left behind some clothes.

I walked over to the other side of the stairway and pushed opened the first bedroom door. The room belonged to Julia, my uncle's second daughter. Julia was a bit smaller than Tiffany where curves were a concern, but I'm sure her tops would fit.

I walked over to the drawer, then stop. I probably should search through my cousin's drawers. I honestly didn't want to find out anything too personal about Julia.

"You should take a look in the drawers. I look in the closets." I walked over to the closet and pulled open the door. Luckily, I was able to find a few sweaters, sweat pants and shirts big enough to fit Tiffany. I pulled the items off the hangers and heap them in my hands. I closed back the closet door and turned to Tiffany,

"Did you find anything?"

"If you mean by panties, yes. I did plenty, but I'm not putting on any other those."

I frowned at her, "Why not?"

"While I'm might be a little comfortable wearing the clothes, I'm not gonna put on someone else's underwear. I need some new ones, and she doesn't have any."

She had a point. I wouldn't want to put on someone else's underpants either.

"Okay, so we'll check Tory's room. It's the one in front of this." Tory was my uncle's youngest daughter, but she was the most prime and spoilt one. I have no doubt that she will have some new underwear in her room.

I allowed Tiffany to lead the way. She opened the door to Tory's room and headed straight to the drawers. "Wow, your cousin has an exquisite taste in underwear."

I knew exactly what she meant by that. Tory was only twenty, but she was a very sexual girl, and she didn't hide it.

I watched as Tiffany scooped up the panties in her arms then use her elbow to close the drawer. She moved away and turned towards me. She looked at the clothes in my hands and said nothing.

"Is this enough?"

"More than enough. I won't be staying here long."

"If you say so."

She rolled her eyes and walked past me, exiting the room. I followed behind her as we walk toward her room again. When we entered the room, I placed the clothes on the empty couch.

Noticing her yellow dress on the other couch, I said, "There is a laundry basket in the bathroom. You can place your dirty clothes in there. Mrs. Childs will take them down to the laundry room tomorrow.

She hesitated before answering, "Fine."

I looked at her in silence for a few seconds.

She rolled her eyes, "Are you gonna stand there and watch me while I undress?" I smirked at her question.

"Thanks for the invitation." The Lord knows I appreciate it.

She fumed and me and pointed to the door, "Out and close it behind you."

I chuckled, "Get some sleep. I'll see you at lunch, Tiffany."