Falling For The Biker - Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Sierra’s POV
Once we heard the door shut, Arthur grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. “Why did you stop me? You chased him away,” I said.
Maybe if I had gotten off Arthur sooner, Jackson would not have left. I was so caught up in our world; I forgot Jackson was going to come in soon. “You need to be confident if you want to use me, Sierra. He is your brother. He can’t stop you from having fun and healing, can he?”
His words were so tempting, but how could I make out in front of my brother? “Use me wherever. In front of anyone and I would not complain. You are in charge here, but you would need to be bolder than what you are right now,” he added.
Before I could respond to that, he noticed the flask I had kept on the table. “What’s in the flask?” he asked.
“Oh, I made a little soup for you. I don’t know if you would like it, but you can give it a try,” I said.
“I will like it,” Arthur said. “Sarah,” he called out, and a middle-aged woman stepped out and bowed.
“Show her to the kitchen,” he instructed.
I gave him a warm smile before picking up the flask and following Sarah to the kitchen. She stood at the side, helping me with the things I needed. The kitchen was large and properly taken care of.
“You must be Sierra, right?” Sarah tilted her head to the side, watching my face.
I nodded, still working on the dish I made. “You look different than I imagined,”
Her words made me pause. “What do you mean?” I sounded offended.
She shook her head, raising both hands in surrender. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I just mean you are different. I have been with Mr. Floyd for a long time and he always had a particular type of ladies he fawns over. When I found he had someone he loved, I had a different picture in mind,” she explained.
Slowly, I nodded, resuming what I was doing. “Do you love him back?” she asked, staring at me eagerly for an answer.
Before I could answer, she shook her head, laughing. “I’m sorry. I’m being nosy. I’ll leave you to what you are doing then,” she said, leaving the kitchen.
It took me a few more minutes to be done. When I stepped out, Sarah was right at the door and she led me to the dining table where Arthur was already seated with the table packed with meals.
They weren’t heavy and were perfect for Arthur, since he was feeling well. I served him the soup as I took a seat beside him. He nodded after taking a spoon. “I like it,” he said as he helped himself with more.
After breakfast, I stayed with him. Spending time with Arthur seemed more natural than a few things in my life. The conversations didn’t seem forced, and every conversation and jokes brought a smile to my face.
I constantly felt my heart flutter at his words. A small voice in my head kept telling me to be careful and not be sucked into this, but my heart was stubborn right now. “I have a good view,” he said, giving me his hand.
He led me to the top floor. “Trust me,” he said, closing my eyes with his palms as we walked down the corridor.
“Open your eyes,” he said after a while and I fluttered my eyes open.
My eyes widened at the sight of the mountain view in front of me, decorated with snow. It looked like a scene from a movie. Perfect and dreamy. “Do you like it?” Arthur asked behind me.
I nodded, unable to take my eyes off it. “Does it inspire you?” he added.
I opened my mouth, then shut it. It was the perfect view. I could see myself painting it, but I needed something else. Something more to get back into painting. Maybe it was a bit far fetched, but that’s what happens when confidence is back.
“It does, but I won’t paint it… yet,” I smiled.
“What about this?” he said.
I turned around and found him shirtless. I swallowed, my eyes moving through his collarbone, his chiseled chests, his well-defined abs and to his gray sweatpants hanging shamelessly below his waist, exposing his Adonis belt.
I bit my lips, stopping my mind from thinking about something so wild and shameless, but could I be blamed? A hot biker stood half naked before me. “I could be your model,” he said, flexing his muscles.
I took a step forward, but stopped before I could reach him. I doubted I would be able to stop myself from touching him if I came any closer. I swallowed again. Hard. “It’s cold out. You should put on your shirt,” I said, but my words flew over his head.
“I can always go in but first,” he came closer, taking my hand and guiding it to his chest. Just before my fingers could touch him, I pulled my hand away.
Did he know how tempting he was? With a body like his, any woman would drown in shameless thoughts and unfortunately, I was not exempted from this. Hours of staring at his body while painting would be torture.
“No, I won’t,” I said, heading back into the house.
I heard him sigh behind me as he followed. I looked over my shoulder and he was still shirtless. He sure knew how to mess with his health. Back in the living room, I noticed he had his eyes on his phone with a smirk playing on his lips.
He raised his head to me and I saw a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. I wasn’t sure why, but my heart skipped a bit as he took deliberate slow steps towards me. I took steps backwards and found myself on the wall.
Sealing me to it, he whispered.