Desire of the Heart (A student/teacher romance) [REWRITING]

Desire of the Heart Chapter Three.

Chapter Three-

“Um, where exactly are we going?” I asked confused.

“To mine, don’t worry, I’m not pressuring you into anything.” He laughed. “I just want to get to know you better, you’re an intriguing one Mollie.”

“I’d like to get to know you too.” I smiled at him.

 “So we’re here.”

“This is your building?”

“Yeah, I’m on the floor second from the top.”

“Couldn’t quite afford the penthouse?” I smirked.

“Yeah, didn’t want to look all bigshot.” He winked at me, as he opened my door, I hadn’t even noticed him getting out the car, that dude has skills.

He pulled his arm round my waist and lead me though the building to the elevators, he held onto me until we got to his apartment, and he had to fumble around in his pocket for his keys.

He opened the door, and I couldn’t help but have a sneaky look around, and check the place out. It was pretty nice, seeing as it was a bachelor pad, I expected takeout boxes and beer bottles everywhere.

“Where’s all the mess? This is a bachelor pad right?”

“My mum comes in to clean up for me, I’m not exactly the tidiest of people.” He laughed, pulling me down next to him onto the sofa. “I like how you look on my sofa.” He winked suggestively at me.

“Your chat up lines truly are horrendous.” I laughed.

“You can’t really pull that off, what with being American and all that.” He laughed.

“I know, but I can totally do other accents. My friends dad is from Sri Lanka and he taught me to do an Indian one, I can do Australian, Welsh, Irish, Scottish and Farmer as well. And that southern drawl that Texans have.” I laughed.

“I can literally only do English, and I’m not even good at that.” He joked.

 “So...”

“Do you want something to eat?”

“Can you cook?”

“Ermmm. No?”

“I’ll pass.”

“Takeout?”

“If that’s ok.”

“Sure its fine, what do you want?”

“What are you having?”

“Dan dan noodles. They’re really spicy.”

“Can I just have sweet and sour chicken then please?”

“What was the point of asking then?” He laughed.

“I can’t eat spicy foods, I really hate them, I never used to have spicy food back in America, so I’ve grown up disliking it. So I asked to see if you were getting something mild so we could get the same.” I waffled.

 “Ok then I’ll order it.” Whilst he was on the phone I took the opportunity to look through the book on the bar top. When he came back I smirked. “Biology textbook?”

“I forgot to return it.”

“Biology?”

“What’s wrong with Biology?”

“It’s really boring, like awfully, mind numbingly boring.”

“You’re probably just not very good at it then.” He smirked.