Mia’s pov
Lorenzo’s face was void of all emotion, which unnerved me in a hundred ways at the same time.
The incident that had occurred between us back in the kitchen, hours ago, drifted into my mind in that moment and I found myself flushing in embarrassment as I glanced away.
I clasped the edge of my towel and pulled it tightly, feeling completely bare in his presence right now.
“Why are you staring at me like a fish out of water? Like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” He rasped out, eyebrows arched and I found myself blinking in confusion, while trying to figure out if he was being for real right now.
The reason why I’m currently staring at him right now should be plain as day to everyone who’s a little bit smart. Lorenzo was far from being a little bit smart, he’s a whole lot of smart, so I’m very sure he knows exactly why I’m staring at him the way I currently am.
I shifted my weight from foot to foot, chewing at the inside of my cheeks as I made to speak.
“You’re staring–” I began to speak but ended up trailing off to gulp down nothing but air, and then I attempted trying to speak once again.
“Uh, you’re in my room right now, and I wanna get dressed.” I breathed out, even though I knew damn well that I shouldn’t have to have said that since it was pretty plain as day.
Lorenzo regarded me at first without saying a thing, and as the seconds slowly morphed into minutes, I began to slowly question myself if I had suddenly done or said don wrong.
“What are you waiting for?” He demanded, head tilted sideways and I blinked at him in shock and confusion.
“Huh?” I blurted our.
“You said you wanted to change, didn’t you? Go ahead and change then, I don’t remember preventing you from doing that.” He drawled out, eyes ghosting over my body slightly before settling over my face once again.
I found myself squirming beneath the onslaught of his gaze, feeling unraveled like a piece of candy right now.
I slid my tongue over my bottom lip and made to speak.
“You’re – you’re in here right now.” I mumbled, shifting my weight around once more.
“And?” He demanded, eyes narrowing. “What does that have to do with anything?”
I regarded him closely once again, squinting in confusion, while trying to detect if he was really being serious right now or was only messing with me, because knowing Lorenzo, he might be doing nothing but messing with me right now.
But, nothing was on his face. His face was bare of any emotion, giving absolutely nothing away, and making me feel even more perplexed.
After a few moments of me regarding him closely, I huffed out an exasperated breath.
“I can’t get changed in here with you being present.” I pointed out, forcing myself to keep my voice at bay.
Lorenzo cocked his head to the side, appearing genuinely confused, the bastard.
“Why the hell not?”
“Because you’re in here!”
“I’ve seen you bare before, remember? I know what you look underneath that towel so stop whining like a fucking brat and get dressed already, because I’m sure as hell not leaving here.” He responded and I felt color cloud my cheeks as his words washed over me as he spoke, voice gruff and low.
“That doesn’t matter.” I forced the words out of my throat which felt closed up in that moment. “I don’t feel comfortable changing with you being here right now, so leave.”
Lorenzo regarded me for a few long seconds before shaking his head, and then he spoke.
“Are you telling me what to do?” He demanded, voice low but I didn’t miss the warning note in it.
My eyes widened in horror and even though I was feeling extremely annoyed and unnerved, I found myself shaking my head without hesitation.
“Good. Now, change into some clothes.”
I bit on my bottom lip, knowing that if I attempt to argue again, I’d be testing his patience. With a deep sigh leaving my lungs, I walked towards the closet and threw it open, ruminating through the clothes in there.
I could feel Lorenzo’s eyes on me the entire time, which made me feel a lot of things at once.
Heat was crawling over my entire body, a feeling which I was trying really hard to ignore. I was feeling extremely flustered and the thought of him forcing that burnt food into my mouth hours ago was with his large hands gripping my cheeks tightly was also resurfacing in my mind, making my cheeks flame up even brighter.
I slid a pair of underwear up my hips beneath the towel, pointedly convincing myself that I wasn’t currently being stared at. I slid the towel to my hips and hastily slipped on a bra, the fact that Lorenzo was in here, watching me, was making me feel extremely nervous, and uncomfortable, and weirded out.
But, one thing I felt sure of in a way, was that he wouldn’t force himself on me.
I slipped on a short black skirt before dropping my towel. I was about to shrug into a red colored crop top when Lorenzo tsked, making me freeze up instantly.
“Don’t wear that.” He ordered and I felt a small, cold shiver slide down my spine as he spoke.
Feeling annoyed and humiliated that he had indeed stared at me the entire time I was getting dressed, I squared my shoulders and glanced at him.
“Why not? I can’t wear what I want to as well?” I demanded, slapping my hand over my mouth as the end of my sentence echoed in my head.
Lorenzo regarded me for a few moments before shaking his head.
“Remember your place, Mia.” He breathed out and I promised myself to do just that, feeling glad that he’s yet to get annoyed at me once again.
“Wear a blue top instead,” He continued, referring to my top. I pursed my lips and ruminated for that, finding it a few moments later.
I slipped it over my head and combed my hair as well, once I was done, I turned towards him, sarcastically waiting for him approval, since that has got to be the reason why he refused to leave.
But then he motioned me over with a flick of his index finger, making my heart hammer against my chest in fear as I hesitantly approached him.
“Stop looking so terrified, I’m not going to snap your throat into two.” He snapped out and I flinched, which made him roll his eyes.
“At least not yet, okay? You haven’t gotten on my nerves to that extent, hm?” He continued and I forced myself to nod my head in understanding as I paused before him.
“Now, go put on some shoes, we’re eating out.” He informed me and my eyes widened in confusion.
“What?” I whispered unbelievably.
“Put on some fucking shoes, we’re eating out since you decided to turn breakfast to a disaster this morning.”