Novel Square
Chapter 63
Chapter 63
Harrison had a staunch no-go policy when it came to eating grilled oysters.
Roxanne, however, was trying to coax him into it. "C'mon, Harri, give it a try. It's really good!"
She wafted the aroma of grilled oysters under Harrison's nose, hoping to tempt him.
In her mind, oysters were a powerhouse of nutrition.
She thought about his new IT job - lots of brain work, and oysters, loaded with zinc, would be just what
he needed.
Harrison looked at her suspiciously. "Why the hell are you so insistent on me eating grilled oysters?
You got some hidden agenda?"
"What hidden agenda could I possibly have?"
Harrison kept cool.
"Wait…" Roxanne took a moment to catch up, "Harrison, are you thinking I'm trying to boost your, um,
virility? You got the wrong end of the stick, mate. If I was after that, why would I be keeping my Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.
distance?"
"As long as you're not. I'm not eating the damn oysters anyway," Harrison said, munching on other
snacks.
He knew that if he ate the oysters, he'd be in for a rough night.
The last thing he wanted was to be hot and bothered in the middle of the night.
"Alright, alright, I won't force you," Roxanne conceded, "but you did help me get rid of the pain in the
ass that is Nathaniel and Sebastian, we should at least celebrate that."
With that, she ordered a bottle of whiskey from the stall owner.
"Are you a whiskey lover?" Harrison asked.
"Do you prefer beer?" Roxanne retorted.
"I don't like either."
"Well, just toast with me. I'll do the drinking."
Today, Roxanne was in high spirits.
Thanks to Harrison, the annoying duo of Sebastian and Nathaniel were sent packing without much of a
fuss.
Without Harrison, she wouldn't know what to do if Nathaniel tried to plant Sebastian in her company.
It wasn't like she could just kick Sebastian out.
In the end, Harrison had saved her from a major headache.
She felt so happy that she just had to have a drink.
After finishing her whiskey, she ordered another.
On the way home, she was a bit tipsy.
Harrison tried to steady her.
"No need, I'm just happy." she waved him off, slightly unsteady on her feet.
Harrison couldn't stop her from drinking, even though he tried.
When they got home, Harrison fumbled with the old-fashioned lock.
It was a pain compared to the high-tech facial recognition system at his own place, b
ut he was used to it.
Once the door was open, Roxanne kicked off her shoes and walked in barefoot.
Harrison picked up her slippers and bent down to offer them to her. "Can you put on your shoes? Don't
you know the floor is cold?"
She didn't.
"Put them on."
Harrison was still holding her slippers and lightly tapped her bare foot.
Her feet were pretty. He had to admit.
He wasn't one to ogle, but at this moment, he found her feet quite attractive.
Before he could react, Roxanne had tumbled onto the couch, pulling him down with her.
She stared at his handsome face, her eyes slightly glazed.
"Harrison, why are you so handsome?"
"You're drunk. Let me get you some water."
He tried to free himself, but she held on, pulling them both down onto the couch.
From this angle, Roxanne had a clear view of Harrison's sexy Adam's apple.
She reached out to touch it.
"Stop touching me."
"What's the big deal? You're so uptight."
Roxanne kept one hand around Harrison's waist and tried to touch his Adam's apple again, but he
swatted her hand away.
"I told you to stop touching me." Harrison's face hardened.
But Roxanne didn't care.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but her fingers found their way to Harrison's lips.
"Harrison, remember you asked me once if I've ever kissed someone? Once, my ex tried to kiss me,
but I dodged it. Our lips never touched. So, I don't know what it feels like to kiss."
Today, she wanted to find out.
A few days ago, Chloe had asked her if she had any sexual needs or desires.
Of course, she did.
She was a normal 28-year-old woman. Was it possible to have no sexual desires at all?
But when she was busy, she didn't have time to think about such things.
Now that she was married to Harrison, a handsome man she didn't dislike, a little kiss shouldn't be a
problem, right?
"Harrison, let me try to know what it feels like to kiss, okay?"
She leaned in to kiss him.
"Do you even know what you're saying?" Harrison covered her mouth.
She removed his hand, "Of course, I know. I said I want to know what it feels like to kiss."
"Do you remember what you said when we got married?"
"I remember. You said you wouldn't sleep with someone you didn't have feelings for. I said the same.
But I'm just trying to kiss you. I’m not asking you to sleep with me."
Harrison was undeniably handsome. More than words could describe.
She wasn't flippant, but a handsome man was always a sight for sore eyes.
She just wanted, simply, to kiss him.
And experience what a kiss felt like, something she had never experienced in her 28 years.
She didn't have any experience.
When she wrapped her arms around Harrison's neck, prepared to kiss him, all she knew was that her
lips needed to touch his.
She didn't know what to do next.
When she lightly touched his lips, she frowned, clearly dissatisfied. "Chloe once told me that when you
kiss, there's this electric shock that runs through you, but I didn't feel a thing."
She felt absolutely nothing.
Harrison was also a man with no experience.
He wasn't good at kissing.
But when Roxanne's lips, tainted with the scent of alcohol, touched his, he felt like a mysterious energy
was injected into his whole body.
This energy seemed to freeze him.
This drunk woman even dared to tease him.
If she kept on teasing him, trouble would definitely ensue.
His face darkened and his eyebrows furrowed. "Let go of me."
"I won't let go."
"Roxanne, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk."
She wasn't drunk.
She knew what she was doing.
"Harrison, I'm really not drunk. I just feel that I'm 28 and I've never kissed a man. I don't know what it
feels like to kiss, and I really want to try it."
"Do you consider me as a guinea pig?"
"Do you want me to try this feeling with other men?"
"Would you dare?" Harrison's face turned cold, with a serious warning in his tone.