Did I Really Runaway with the Circus?

Chapter Two - 'Don't try to kidnap anymore kids.'

Velda’s POV.

I woke back up around noon. Ben told me that he had to go shopping but couldn’t leave the house because mom and dad are coming back today for a couple of days then leaving back for Chile.

‘And they never take me along anywhere.’ I thought bitterly as I munched on my cercal, more of a reason why I’m going through with my plan. “I can go for you, give me the list and I’ll go.” I told him, as he took my bowl away from me and washed it clean.

“Can you really?” he asked in disbelief. “I wouldn’t want to cut into your time.” He said all sarcastically.

I walked up to him and slapped him in the arm, which probably hurt me more than him. “Ok, one. I’ll do it since it’s for you. Two. You’re a butler not a body builder so stop working out, I need to hurt you sometimes.” I told him, poking at his arm.

“Just because I’m a devoted butler doesn’t mean I can’t have a hot body.” He defends himself. “Plus I don’t think saying I’m a butler will get me anywhere with the ladies, I need a backup plan and my body is just that.” He explained to me.

I rolled my eyes, “Trust me Ben you’re hot enough to get all the girls hot and wet when they see you.” I told him, patting his arm. “Plus ladies love a man in a suit.” I added. Which he is hot; when I first met him he got me all hot and wet. He had a smokin body, arms of a god, a six pack harder than a rock, tattoos on his god arms and one on his hip that my drool, a smile that makes any girl melt inside, gorgeous brown hair with brown eyes to match, and of course perfect lips, that make you want to kiss them until you die. If I wanted to I could probably date him, he’s 20 and I’m 17 only a three year difference.

Ben chuckled, “I guess I’ll wear my suit to the club then.” He told me. Then a grin spread across his face, “Velda, can I ask you something?” he asked.

I raised an eyebrow, “Go ahead.” I said a little scared of the question knowing Ben’s 13 year old disgusting brain. I jumped onto the counter and waited for the question.

“Did I ever get you hot and wet because of me?” I nearly choked on air when he asked me that. A smile broke across his smile, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He paused and looked at me; I’m assuming that I’m redder than a cherry. “Do I still get you all hot and wet?” he asked another question.

I slapped him on the arm. “You said one question.” I choked out, “And you never got me like that.” I lied.

Ben chuckled, “Sure, I won’t tell anyone. But just answer the question.” he begged.

“You never got me all hot, and you never will.” I lied again, Ben raised an eyebrow. “Believe Ben you’re hot but you’re not my type. So get over yourself.” I told him.

Ben raised his eyebrow even more; he put his hand on my leg, and leaned forward a little. Our breaths were mixing together, my breathing was getting heavier, my heart racing, and ironically I was getting all hot between my legs. Ben’s eyes never left mine, as he slowly inched his hand up my leg. Just when his hand was abound to hit my shorts he looked down at my lips.

‘Oh god is he going to kiss me?’ I thought, watching as lips parted slightly. His eyes went back to mine, his hands went under my shorts, and moved down a little. ‘He’s not going to do what I think he’s going to do?’  He leaned in a little more, the more his hand moved the more I just wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.

Just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he looked me in the eye “So I never go you all hot and wet?” he asked again, and moved his hand. He smiled sweetly at me.