Desire

(32) Shirt

"Good morning!" Kimberly grinned as she entered the kitchen where Florence sat, finishing up her toast for breakfast.

She was looking down at the newspaper. "Good morning, dear. How did you-" Florence cut herself off once she saw Kimberly. "Sleep..?" The girl was dressed in one of Robert's shirts, more specifically the one he was wearing the night before.

Kimberly looked unfazed as she sat down to the table where breakfast was set out, with no one yet to appear. "I slept great. How about you?"

"Just fine." Florence tried to fake a smile.

"Hello everyone." Robert appeared, a lot chirpier than usual, a huge smile on his face, one that Kimberly had barely seen before and Florence herself hadn't seen in a while. "How is everyone this fine morning?"

Florence didn't answer, simply glared at the man. Kimberly shit a smile in Robert's direction as she plated up her breakfast. She must admit she did have quite the large appetite for a small girl. She felt eating solved everything. Though some of her favourite things to eat was fruit, she did enjoy some unhealthy food too, and that's why she happily took some pancakes and dropped them onto her plate.

"Where's my Son? Is he coming for breakfast?" Instead of Robert's usual snarky, harsh tone he had while speaking about Caiden, this time he was calm, almost happy even.

"I grabbed his laundry this morning and he said he'd be down after a shower." Florence answered without even glancing at the man before standing from her seat and taking her plate over to the dishwasher.

Just as Kimberly went to take a bite of her pancake she sighed. "I think I need the bathroom. I'll be back." And she ran off rather energetically.

Florence watched as the girl left then quickly made her way over to the man seated at the table with a rolled up newspaper in her hand. eating some french toast. "You stupid, irrational and vile man!" She shouted as she continuously swatted the man with the rolled up paper.

He raised his hand and tightly gripped the paper, snatching it from the older woman. "I beg your pardon?"

"You! You slept with that girl!" Florence yelled at the top of her lungs. "I told you not to!"

"Well then isn't it good that I never did?" He nonchalantly sipped on his coffee.

"What?" She stepped back in confusion.

"It saddens me that you'd think so low of me." She side eyes the woman.

Florence took a seat next to Robert. "So why was she in your shirt?"

"Okay, fine." Robert sighed, dropping his fork and placing down his coffee mug. He began telling Florence of how the night before went, being completely honest.

"I not only want you, Kimberly. I need you."

A small gasp escaped Kimberly's lips. She needed him to kiss her. She was desperate. Her legs were tingling, knees faking weak.

"And I know you need me." He connected their lips, pushing her further into the door. The kiss was soft, yet powerful. She could feel his passion, yet his care of not hurting her. Her eyes fluttered shut as his hands fell to her waist.

Kimberly placed her hands on his bicep, squeezing tightly, a million thoughts running through her head. He pulled her closer, his right hand running up her back and into her hair. He could feel her chest rising into his, her struggling to keep her weight on the tips of her toes.

He broke away. "I should have asked first-"

"It's okay." She was quick to shut him down. "It's really really okay."

Robert rested his forehead against hers in the dimply lit room. "Are you sure?"

Her hands fell to his shirt where she tugged at the buttons. "Very sure."

"Look Kim, I don't want you thinking I'm doing this for a cheap shot. I'm not using you, I can promise you that." Robert wanted to vomit at his words. He meant them, but he would never admit such things to anyone. "And we won't do any of that stuff. I know you aren't ready."

"Okay." She whispered and looked again her feet.

Suddenly Robert's hands fell to the back of Kim's thighs and he lifted her, throwing her onto his bed. "Join me tonight?"

She giggled happily, biting her lip. "I'd like that."

Robert unbuttoned his shirt and three it on the bed I front of the girl. "Here, here's something to sleep in."
Kim pulled the shirt closer to her, up to her face, attempting to smell his scent. "I'll leave you for a few minutes to get a whiff of me." Robert wink and left to stand in the hall for the girl to get changed.

She happily did, throwing her clothes in Robert's washing basket and pulling the shirt over her shoulders and buttoning it up. She took the opportunity to lay back in the bed. Robert had dark grey sheets which reflected well on the man. Before she could think of much more there was a knock on the door. "Am I okay to come in?"

"Yep!"

Robert entered his bedroom once again and locked the door behind him. "Look away so I can change my pyjama bottoms." Robert teased.

Kimberly wanted to be cocky, say something such as "You could just take them off if you'd like." But she was sad to say her confidence had almost evaporated and the words just wouldn't leave her mouth, instead she just covered her eyes.

Within seconds she could feel the bed dip besides her and Robert's hands take hold of hers and pull them away. She turned to see he was besides her, half laying in bed already. "Lay down, relax yourself." He urged her.

And so she did. "I just feel a little bit confused." She admitted.

"How so?" He questioned, laying on his side to face her.

"How... you're so different."

"Just for you darling." He wrapped his right arm around her, running his fingers through her hair. "Seeing you flirt with Caiden killed me. Realising you could be with him, who is utterly so wrong for you, I just knew I needed to stop you."

"So you don't have interest in me? Just don't want Caiden to have me?" She backed away slightly, feeling suddenly very anxious.

"Of course I have interest in you. Just seeing you with anyone else other than me just didn't seem right. I want you Kimberly. I want to spoil you. With me you will feel like a princess and I will fund a fancy lifestyle I know you crave. Anything you ever want in life I'm here." He placed his left hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb over her soft skin. "And what I want is you. And I get what I want, darling. Are you going to deny me?"

Kimberly felt as if she could barely breath. She needed to breath and he was her oxygen. She was very quickly becoming addicted to this man who she felt would be her poison, who would change her completely. But is change always bad? "No. I-I uh, I'm not denying you."

"Good girl."