As she was unwrapping, Tiffany, wrapped in a towel, came out of the bathroom. She didn’t expect to see Michael here, so she froze in surprise for a few seconds and then hid back behind the door. During this time, Michael had a chance to observe Tiffany’s perfectly shaped figure.
Graceful legs, delicate hands, straight posture, slender waist, and narrow shoulders. It was as if she was skillfully crafted by a talented artist. In this state, Tiffany further aroused his imagination.
In his life, he had never wanted a woman so much. After a minute, Tiffany came out in a robe she had to get from the laundry basket. Even in her crumpled home clothes, she looked very attractive and desirable.
I told you not to open the door to strangers, she reprimanded her sister. But he’s not a stranger. What is this, asked the elder sister sternly, looking at the toy.
Now my dolls will have their own house, the girl smiled. This is too expensive of a gift. We can’t accept it, objected Tiffany.
But Pamela, captivated by the toy, didn’t react to her sister’s words. I won’t carry it back, will I? Michael replied. Besides, without the packaging, they won’t take it back.
Look how happy she is. Can you really take such a toy away from your sister? Then I’ll give you the money for my salary, said Tiffany. I won’t take money from you, the young man responded.
But if you have some extra money, you can invite me to the movies. Okay. But first, we need to have breakfast.
While Tiffany was making pancakes, Michael helped Pamela set up the dollhouse. From the outside, it all looked like a harmonious family scene. Despite the distrust of the landlady’s son, Tiffany watched with affection as her younger sister and the guest played together.
At some point, she even felt that he might be a genuinely good and decent person. And the incident with the inappropriate advances in the living room was just a misunderstanding, for which Michael had already regretted. These pancakes are fantastic, praised the guest.
You haven’t tried the cakes that Tiffany bakes, added Pamela with pride. Pamela, you should address adults with a U. Tiffany corrected her. Uncle Michael himself asked me to address him informally, the girl said.
When Tiffany looked questioningly at Michael, he nonchalantly replied. What’s the fuss? It’s easier to communicate this way, in my opinion. After breakfast, he, Tiffany, and Pamela went to the largest shopping and entertainment center in the city.
It had everything, a movie theater, cafes, restaurants, an arcade, an ice rink, a petting zoo, bowling, karaoke, and numerous shops. Getting in there was easy, but getting out was a different story. On weekends, the place was bustling with people, as if all the townsfolk gathered there.
The sisters rarely came here, so this time, Pamela wanted to explore everything possible. They spent the whole day in the shopping center and, by the evening, returned home tired but happy. Pamela fell asleep in the car on the way back, so Michael offered to carry her to bed.
After tucking the child in, Tiffany courteously offered tea to the guest. I’d be happy to spend a few more minutes with you, confessed the man, taking a seat at the table. The tea time extended.
Michael didn’t want to say, goodbye, to the hostess. And Tiffany, seeing him from a different perspective, changed her initial opinion. She realized that Michael could be caring, attentive, kind, and understanding.
The more she got to know him, the more she liked him. She caught herself thinking that she no longer felt any aversion towards him. Furthermore, Michael turned out to be an engaging conversationalist.
It’s getting late, Tiffany finally said, glancing at the clock. Yes, sorry. I lost track of time, Michael replied, getting up from his seat.
Time flies when I’m with you. Maybe we can go for a walk together again sometime? Maybe, she said. Michael stood at the doorstep, looking at Tiffany.
He desperately wanted to kiss her, but he was afraid of ruining the newly formed connection between them. Shifting from one foot to another like a schoolboy, he finally gathered the courage to ask. Can I kiss you? Instantly, the girl’s cheeks turned rosy.
She wanted to say no, but her tongue wouldn’t obey. After a moment’s pause, Tiffany felt Michael’s moist lips on her own. Against her own will, she leaned towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Michael held her by the waist and pulled her close. This kiss, filled with tenderness and affection, was nothing like the first one they shared. It felt different, more meaningful.
Tiffany felt like she was losing control over herself and the situation. But then, he gently pulled away and said. See you soon.
Ms. Jennifer was recovering quickly. Tiffany came to her house daily to clean and also had to cook meals. Fortunately, it was vacation time, so the housekeepers had more free time.
Pamela became a frequent guest at Ms. Jennifer’s house, and they spent time together while Tiffany was busy. Michael rushed home after work every day to spend time with Tiffany. Ms. Jennifer noticed her son getting closer to the housekeeper and couldn’t hide her joy about it.
I think Michael is seriously in love with you, she once shared her thoughts with Tiffany. You know, he’s become completely different. People say love works wonders.
To these words, Tiffany only smiled and shyly lowered her eyes. She, too, had noticed the changes in him, which made her look at him differently. With each passing day, she found herself falling more and more in love with him.
When she was alone with Michael, her heart raced as if trying to jump out of her chest. Only the little voice in her head didn’t give her peace. It seemed to be drilling in the same spot, not letting her relax and forget.
Meanwhile, Pamela, despite her young age, reasoned quite maturely. Maybe Uncle Michael is a good person, but I think he’s not right for you, she told her sister when they were alone. You two are different.
Well, you seem to like him too, Tiffany was surprised. Yes, Pamela nodded. But he’s too perfect, too unreal.
That can’t be real. When Ms. Jennifer’s cast was removed, she was offered to go to a local sanatorium for rehabilitation. Without much hesitation, the woman agreed.
After taking Tiffany’s promise that she would manage the household in her absence. Maybe little Pamela could come with me, the hostess suddenly suggested. It will be pleasant for the girl here, and I won’t be lonely either.
Pamela gladly agreed to her Aunt Jennifer’s proposal, and two days later, they both went to the sanatorium. On the same evening, Michael arranged a romantic candlelit dinner for Tiffany. Although she prepared the meal herself, he set the table in the living room, dimmed the lights, lit the candles, and played soft pleasant music.
What a surprise, she exclaimed. It’s like being in the finest houses of Paris. But why Paris? We are not that far behind, he said jokingly.
As Tiffany demonstratively pulled the chair, Michael invited her to the table. Playfully, she slightly lifted her skirt as she elegantly approached the chair and sat down. He uncorked a bottle of red wine and filled their glasses.
Let’s propose a toast to us, he said. After taking a sip, Tiffany put her glass back down, but Michael kept raising more toasts. The light dinner did not prevent her from feeling a light dizziness, as she wasn’t accused Tiffany’d to alcoholic drinks.
Maybe we should dance? Michael suggested, taking Tiffany’s hand and leading her to the center of the living room. To the soft, tranquil sounds of the music, they slowly swayed and danced. Despite appearing composed, inside, Tiffany’s heart was fluttering with each touch from Michael, and her heart periodically tried to leap out of her chest.
The wine and the unchanging scent of Michael’s cologne intoxicated her. At some point, her legs became weak, and her eyelids heavy. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles.
In that moment, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to his room. What are you doing? Tiffany asked. Don’t say anything, Michael whispered.
Upon entering the room, he placed her on the bed and lay down next to her. Feeling her resistance, he didn’t give her a chance to regain her composure. I want you to be mine, he whispered and kissed her.
The room fell silent. Suddenly, Tiffany’s mind cleared. She slowly covered herself with the blanket, feeling bashful.
Michael lay with his eyes closed, saying nothing. After a few minutes, he got up and headed to the bathroom, wrapping his torso with a towel. Seeing the confusion in Tiffany’s eyes, he lay down next to her and asked.
How do you feel? I’m fine, she replied softly. Honestly, I was surprised. You really haven’t been with anyone before me? Michael asked, still somewhat doubtful.
I thought such people didn’t exist anymore in our time. Tiffany didn’t answer anything. She just pulled the blanket tighter around herself.
I’ll go get some water, he announced. Do you want me to bring you some? She nodded, and when he left the room, she headed to the bathroom. Standing under the shower, she still felt the touch and kisses from Michael on her body.
Recent events flashed in her memory, and his voice echoed in her ears. The warm water gradually brought Tiffany back to her senses. She wrapped herself in a large terry towel and came out of the bathroom to find Michael sprawled on the bed on top of the covers, looking attentively at her.
His trademark smirk adorned his face, making her feel uncomfortable. But in the next moment, he smiled warmly and patted the free space on the bed next to him, saying affectionately. Come to me, beautiful.
Timidly, Tiffany sat down next to him on the bed. Michael hugged her shoulders, pulled her closer, and kissed her. Listen.
You’re a passionate one, he remarked jokingly. I didn’t expect such passion from you. Will you repeat it sometime? Meanwhile, Ms. Jennifer and Pamela had been at the sanatorium for two weeks.
During this time, she periodically called her son and the housekeeper to share updates on her activities and ask about news from home. Michael went to work every day, and after a short rest, Tiffany resumed her studies. She continued to take care of the household but now often stayed overnight at Ms. Jennifer’s house.
Since Tiffany had grown close to Michael, she missed him a lot whenever he was delayed from work due to legitimate reasons, planned to meet friends, or needed to visit a sick boss. Eventually, Jennifer and Pamela returned home. The little girl had a sea of impressions, and she eagerly told her sister about the wonderful time she had with Aunt Jennifer at the sanatorium.
Tiffany was happy for her, but she couldn’t hide her own anxieties about the changes in her life. Well, tell me, what’s going on with you and Michael? Ms. Jennifer asked when they were alone with the housekeeper. Yeah, things seem to be going well, Tiffany replied, feeling embarrassed by the question.
You don’t have to deceive me, Ms. Jennifer requested. I was thrilled to hear that you have a relationship with my son, but honestly, I don’t see joy in your eyes. Well, I am happy, Tiffany said.
It’s just that I feel like Michael is giving me less attention. You know, it’s like he has cooled off a bit? Oh, come on. Don’t make things up.
Ms. Jennifer reassured her. Men just can’t fully devote themselves to a woman. It’s us, women, who dissolve into them when we fall in love.
Time passed. After Ms. Jennifer Yes’ return, Tiffany no longer stayed overnight at their house. And Michael didn’t insist on it either.
After seeing Tiffany home, he would go about his own business and often return well past midnight. Ms. Jennifer didn’t like her son’s late-night outings, but she didn’t disclose it to Tiffany, hoping that he would come to his senses and change. However, time went by, and nothing changed.
The woman noticed that her housekeeper seemed sad. She felt sorry for her and decided to intervene. Michael, we need to talk, she said firmly one day, when he was getting ready to meet his friends.
Mom, not now, please, he asked. The word, mom, struck Ms. Jennifer’s ears. Recently, Michael had been calling her a mom, and she found it incredibly endearing.
But why did he use a mother of again today? What had happened? Is something bothering you? Any troubles at work, she inquired. No, everything’s fine there. I’m making the same old salary, he replied with a dissatisfied tone.
I’ve suggested several times that we start a business together, she reminded him. I don’t want my mother to be my boss, Michael cut her off. When you retire from business, then you can call the shots.
What’s going on between you and Tiffany, she asked directly. What do you mean? Don’t pretend. Tiffany is a good girl.
She would make a wonderful wife. You’re lucky she took an interest in you. What? She took an interest in me, he retorted disdainfully.
She should be thanking her lucky stars that a guy like me crossed her path. Meanwhile, the housekeeper had finished her cleaning and was heading to the living room to say, goodbye, to the homeowners. The conversation between mother and son made her pause, by the door.
She had never eavesdropped on other people’s conversations before, but this one concerned her directly. So, she leaned in closer to the keyhole to hear better. I’m sure she’s grateful, Ms. Jennifer countered.
You’ve been dating for several months now. When do you plan to propose to her? Mama, what are you talking about? I asked a perfectly reasonable question. When young people are dating, they make plans for the future.
Answer me. Are you thinking of marrying Tiffany? Of course not. Michael smirked.
Who am I, and who is she? Do you really think I’d tie my life to some cleaning lady? She’s not just a cleaning lady. She’s my assistant, and it’s only because of the circumstances that she’s in this position, defended the hostess on behalf of the girl. Besides, you know she’ll soon receive her university diploma.
And so what? Michael didn’t give up. Does that change anything? She’s just a simple girl. I’m attracted to other, more interesting girls.
With big breasts and empty heads? Ms. Jennifer became angry. Yes, even so. At least with them, I won’t be ashamed to be seen in public, he retorted.