MR ARROGANT PERVERT AND I

CHAPTER 41: "Early morning surprise."

Mabel's POV:
I stood in my kitchen, elbow-deep in flour as I struggled to prepare the batter for my blueberry muffins. Today had been a disaster from the start. I'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and to make matters worse, my muffins weren't turning out as expected. The kitchen was a mess, with flour covering every surface, including my face and arms. I wore a simple pair of shorts and a black baggy top, my hair tied up in a messy bun.

As I tossed the last batch of burnt muffins into the trash can, my frustration boiled over. This was my last chance to get it right, as I'd exhausted all my ingredients. I carefully placed the final batch in the oven and set the timer.

Just as I let out a sigh of relief, my doorbell rang. My anger surged, and I marched to the doorstep, thinking it was my nosy neighbor. I flung the door open, ready to unleash my frustration.

"What do you wa—" My words caught in my throat as I took in the person standing before me. It wasn't my nosy neighbor. It was Jake, standing at my doorstep with an amused look on his face.

My mouth hung open as I stood there, frozen in surprise. I couldn't tear my gaze away from Jake, drinking in the sight of him. His eyes roamed over my body, and a low chuckle escaped his lips. I felt a surge of confusion and irritation, my brows furrowing as I wondered what was so amusing.

"What's so funny?" I asked, my tone laced with annoyance. "Do I look like a clown?"

He chuckled, and I felt a surge of confusion and irritation.

"Not the reaction I expected, but this will do," he said plainly, leaving me even more perplexed.

"How long will you make me stand?" he whined, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Come in," I said, stepping aside to let him enter.

He walked in, stopping inches away from me, and whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "You've got flour all over you."

I rushed into the kitchen, his charming laughter echoing behind me. Thankfully, my muffins were ready, and this time, they turned out perfectly.

As I packaged the muffins, my body still trembled from Jake's sudden closeness. I returned to the living room, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight before me. Jake was seated on the couch, his head resting on the headrest, fast asleep.

I moved closer, taking in his breathtakingly handsome features. No wonder girls fawned over him.

With a shaky breath, I reached out to gently trace his face. His skin was smooth, and I wondered if he used skincare.

Just as I was lost in thought, Jake pulled my hand, and I landed on top of him. Startled, I asked, "What are you doing?" my voice trembling.

"Relax," he whispered, his face inches from mine.

I closed my eyes, anticipating what would happen next. But instead of a kiss, I felt his fingers gently dusting the flour off my hair.

I opened my eyes, feeling a pang of disappointment, and looked at him. "There, all done," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

He gazed at me, his eyes narrowing. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied briefly, quickly standing up.

Jake's smirk caught me off guard. "Or were you expecting something else?" he teased.

Heat crawled up my neck as I hastily excused myself and fled to my room. I steadied my breath, mortified by my earlier expectations.
I took a quick shower, grateful that I had brushed my teeth earlier. The thought of Jake smelling my morning breath would have been too embarrassing to bear.