Chapter 19 The Bearer Of Disaster

• I sat on the plush sofa in the hotel room, remote in hand, turning on the TV just to fill the silence. The screen lit up with a cheerful soap commercial, but my mind wasn’t on it. Siska sat beside me, a small distance between us, her eyes glinting oddly, like she was plotting something. I pretended not to notice, but a bad feeling crept in. Suddenly, she moved. “I’m gonna borrow your shower, okay?” she said casually, not waiting for my response. Before I could protest, she grabbed a neatly folded white towel from the rack and slipped into the bathroom with quick steps.
• I sighed, my heart trembling slightly. I knew this wouldn’t end simply—Siska must have a plan to tease me again, as always. I wanted to say “don’t” earlier, but my mouth froze, and now I could only wait, hoping my suspicions were wrong. The faint sound of running water came from the bathroom, and I tried to focus on the TV, turning up the volume to distract myself.
• A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened. I glanced over and immediately swallowed hard. Siska emerged wearing only the towel, its hem short on her thighs, revealing her smooth, fair skin. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders, tiny water droplets trailing down her arm. Any man would be tempted seeing her like that—and me, despite trying hard, couldn’t fully look away. She paced back and forth in front of me, as if deliberately showing off. “Siska, what are you doing? I don’t like this,” I said firmly, turning my face to the TV, my hand gripping the remote tighter.