Chapter 63 - Ten Little Fingers

"Beautiful morning, Little Jessie." 

"There is nothing beautiful in the morning!" she sneered, then sighed in defeat. 

Luke poured another glass of orange juice and brought the two glasses of fresh orange juice to the balcony where Jess went to. 

"Your sullen mood ruined your pretty face. What's up?" 

She rolled her eyes and picked up the glass of orange juice that he put down on the table. She heaved another deep sigh, thinking of the woman in Noah's house. She can't get over her annoyance with the fact that she looks like a goddess that walks the earth to judge the mortals. 

When she overheard Noah talking to his ex-wife and they were fighting she was somehow expecting that the woman wasn't that beautiful. In her mind, she gave her an image of a plain-looking woman with a terrible personality. 

The woman back there in Noah's apartment has a bitchy attitude but she was far from being plain. She is a goddess! She wondered why their marriage didn't work out. 

"What do you think of an ex-wife that still wears her engagement ring after divorce?" 

Jess' sudden question raised his eyebrows mockingly. "Does the ring look expensive?" 

"It was more than expensive; it was exquisite. I'm not into jewelry but that marquise diamond could feed a small country." 

"If that's the case, I would wear it too!" 

"Gold digger!" she spat between clenched teeth. Deep down, she agreed with Luke. If she is also her, she would never take off that beautiful diamond! Nevertheless, it irked her that the woman still wore the ring and on her left-hand ring finger. 

Luke threw his head in laughter. "Darling, it's not about being a gold digger or anything. It's called beauty appreciation. I mean, if you have the ring in your possession, why would you keep it in a vault when you could put it on your finger and admire it to your heart's content." 

"Well, that's true." she clicked her tongue but still agreed.  "Enough of me, how was your apartment hunting?" 

"He exceeded my expectation," he said with a malicious smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

"I'm asking about your apartment hunting. Not your sexual adventures." 

"My, my you are so snarky." he fanned his hand on his face, "Someone needs to get laid." 

If one could kill with looks alone, Luke's corpse would be lying on the floor with the dagger look she gave him. 

"Little Jessie, seriously you need to get laid. Make sure that you find someone who can screw your brain to oblivion. If you did that, you would stop carrying Noah's torch, as if he were the only one who could give you orgasm – those little deaths."  He bit his lip and winked at her lecherously. 

"Shut up," she said in a small voice. 

Seeing that Jess was being uncomfortable with their talk about Noah and sex, he decided to push her more to the edge. 

"If you'd ask me. I would prescribe dry orgasm as the answer to your sullen mood. Once you have it, I promise you, you will not settle for anything mediocre."

"I need a shower." she stood up from the sunbed and left Luke on the balcony grinning like a pervert. 

"Jessica Joy, stop settling with your ten little fingers!" he yelled. "Cold shower will never quench that kind of thirst!" 

"Shut up, you're disgusting. I wasn't thinking about touching myself in the shower!" she shouted back to Luke, then screamed when saw Noah standing in the doorway with the rattan basket in his hands. 

The same basket that she put the ripe mangoes that she shamelessly brought to his apartment to use as an excuse to see him. 

He cleared his throat and an annoying smirk was playing at the corner of his kissable lips. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he was only wearing lounge pants paired with a white Hanes t-shirt that hugs his broad chest scandalously, for his nipples could be seen through the thin cotton fabric. 

But who was she kidding? There is nothing more scandalous than declaring that she would touch herself in the shower. Well, she denied Luke's accusation, but now that Noah was in front of her face. Touching herself in the shower doesn't seem like a bad idea, after all. If he will join him in the said shower, much better. 

She bit her lower lip to hide the smirk that was about to escape from her lips with the inappropriate thoughts that were running in her mind. She shook her head to chase away those indecent images in her head.

She gave Noah a small smile. Despite knowing for sure that her face was red for she could feel her face warmed up as soon as she saw him standing in her foyer. 

"How…" she asked looking behind his back. 

"Sorry if I entered without permission. I was about to knock but the door was open," he said. A smirk was still plastered on his lips when he handed her the rattan basket. 

She pretended not to notice the meaning of his teasing smile, but when she got the basket from his hands, he didn't let it go. Instead, he pulled her towards him as he stepped forward making her bump on his broad chest. 

The scent of his body wash and shampoo, mixed with his natural scent that she loves, assaulted her sense of smell. She voluntarily closed her eyes and inhaled her scent. 

She was jolted with her brazen action when he blew warm air on her ear. She stepped back to put distance between them but Noah put his hand at the small of her back and pulled her back to his chest. 

"Miss Zimmerman, I would like to see you using these fingers…" she was surprised to realize that he was already kissing her fingers, "...pleasuring you in the near future." 

She pulled her hand away and stepped back. Her knees were shaking. And this time, she was sure that she will use her fingers not just for scrubbing her scalp.