Right before Zary’s speech was butchered again into a bloody mess, Sam continued. “I promise I won’t do anything. I just want to sleep next to you. This way, you’d get used to me quicker.”

Zary pressed her lips together before biting on her lower lip. She realized that if she rejected him, then he would have to sleep out here by himself. She could shut him down but for some reason that made her feel bad as well. And he was right. She really needed to get used to him. The sooner the better. She did not want to be wasting time as well, right?

Moreover, this hottie had cooked for her tonight. Therefore, it would be heartless of her if she were to leave him right there in the living room.

“Alright, come over.” She gestured him to come, and his gaze lit up.

When Zary shut her bedroom’s door after he walked in, Sam strode over to the bed. Then he turned back to look at her as if he were waiting for her permission.

“Go on,” Zary said, and he lowered himself and sat at the edge of the bed.

Somehow, seeing a man on her bed was… it made her heartbeat race a little wilder.

“Don’t wait for me and go to sleep now. I will be taking a while in the bathroom.” She told him and without waiting for his response, she rushed to the bathroom and slammed it behind her.

Sam blinked and sat there unmoving for a while. Then his gaze fell on the notebook that she had left on the table.

Intrigue flashed across his amber eyes before he looked around the room. He then laid down on the bed but did not close his eyes immediately. He stared at the ceiling, looking like he was thinking really deeply for what seemed like an immeasurable amount of time.

But when Zary’s faint footsteps echoed from the bathroom, he closed his eyes.

Carefully, she climbed onto the bed as if to avoid waking him and sat down next to him. She bent over a little, surveying his face silently.

According to the manual, she can put him to sleep and wake him up just by giving him a standing command. However, Sam can also put himself to sleep. If he puts himself to sleep, he can wake up even without her command. But if he was being put to sleep on Zary’s command, then he would not be able to wake himself up unless she gives the permission to do so.

Seeing that the man seemed to be in a deep slumber now, Zary’s gaze studied every angle and sharp curves and contours of his breath-stealing face. She took the opportunity and her eyes lingered at the thick wave of his dark lashes and she itched to lightly run her fingers over them.

She reached out anyway, reasoning to herself that she had bought him. Therefore, he was hers now. So it should be okay for her to touch him, and besides, he was the one who had asked to sleep on her bed.

While feeling his lashes brushing ticklishly against her fingertips. Zary touched hers as well, trying to compare a human’s lashes to a robot’s, perhaps?

Her gaze moved to his lips then settled there. And there it goes, staring at his lips sparked the desires to soar within her again. The seducer was seducing her even in his sleep!

A soft sigh escaped her lips. Then she remembered about the fantasies he had mentioned to her earlier during dinner time when they were talking. She knew he was referring to sexual fantasies, of course. When she thought about it, some dirty thoughts came to her mind. She was taken aback at this sudden reaction from her subconscious. But the truth was that she did not really have anything to say or probably she just did not have the chance to think about this in much depth. She had fantasized about experiencing sex from time to time, but that was all.

Her friends do talk about this before, and she had heard things she thought were weird. Thinking about it, Zary wondered if perhaps, she had yet to discover what her fantasies were. She thought that maybe, she would begin to learn about her hidden fantasies once she steps into that uncharted territory.

Sleep finally claimed her but a couple of hours later, her eyes blinked opened. She felt a heavy weight draping over her in a seeming possessive manner. Ah… Sam. Being reminded that he was in her bed sleeping together, she realised that weight was his arm. He felt warm and his masculine scent… oh it was just so good that she found herself pressing closer into his embrace before falling asleep again due to being enveloped in the comforting warmth and scent.

Sam’s hand moved, his arm over her waist moved to her back and caressed her as if to coax her back to sleep. When she breathed out deeply in satisfaction, the corner of his lips lifted ever so slightly.

…

The next morning, as soon as Zary left the bedroom, she was welcomed by a delicious scent wafting from the kitchen. A smile flashed across her face as she excitedly headed to the kitchen. She had never been this excited to eat breakfast before!

Again, Sam was naked. Only a white apron was tied around his waist!

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He greeted her cheerily.

Zary cleared her throat, cheeks a little flushed. “Good morning. Why are you na… naked again? I bought you clothes yesterday, didn’t I?”

“I think you forgot to buy me any underwear at all, master. Or do you prefer me not wearing anything under my clothes at all?” Sam’s response almost had Zary tripping over her feet and falling face flat to the floor.

“. . . !!!”

“And I already had a look. From what I am guessing, those clothes aren’t meant to be worn while cooking.”

Just as Zary was about to finally say something, a high-pitched voice floated in from the main door.

“Zarina? I’m coming in…” and the speaker’s sentence got cut off at the entrance to the kitchen.

Zary’s eyes circled wide. Karille?! What was her best friend doing here?!