Breaking more rules

“I’ll be back soon,” He said and walked out of the bathroom briskly. Martina kept a warm smile on as she waited for him to come back. He walked into the bathroom again after a few minutes and in his hand was a first aid box. “Your burnt hand and legs should come first,” He responded, and she pouted her mouth. “But they feel better now,” She responded, looking at her hand. “Really?” He asked. He took her hand in his and looked at it closely. “I think we can stop the running water now, right?” He asked, staring at her palm and legs. He began to blow some soothing breeze with his mouth on her palm, and she inhaled deeply as his breath touched her.

Martina kept quiet, gazing at Roberto’s face as he kept blowing some air. She saw him to be so cool and gentle. “Can you get into the tub now?” She asked. Roberto divulged a smirk and looked at her. “What are you planning? You want me to get in there so bad. Why?” He answered and reached for the first aid box. “I want to fvvk you,” She teased, and he chuckled. “Stop acting like that.” He picked up the petroleum jelly in the box. “Acting like what?” She asked, and he shook his head. “Let me concentrate,” He responded without fading the smile he had on.

Martina decided to stop teasing him for a while and let him take care of her. He applied the jelly on her palm and rubbed it over the burnt surface slowly and carefully. “I won’t let you enter the kitchen till further notice. I can’t keep doing this,” He uttered, and she burst out laughing. “Stop it, Roberto. You talk as if this happens every time. This time I was distracted, okay?” She scoffed. He looked at her and heaved a sigh. “So what caused the distraction? I stepped out for a few minutes and you got distracted?” He asked. Martina’s chest sank as she exhaled loudly, she remembered what Vincenzo had come to confess to her in the kitchen. “I don’t know why I got distracted, okay? Stop blaming me already.” She pouted, and he sighed and nodded.

He finished with her palm and moved to her legs. He applied the jelly on her legs and rubbed them carefully. Martina looked at her beautiful legs and smiled again. He rubbed her skin like it was the skin of a newborn baby. “Can I ask you something?” She asked, and he bounced his head, keeping his eyes fixed on her legs. “Why are you doing this? Why do you care for me so much now?” She asked. He stopped rubbing her leg that very minute and raised his head. He exhaled through his mouth and looked at her. “I’m doing all these because I care about you,” He responded. His stare on her face got too intense for her, so she slowly nodded and lowered her head.

He applied some jelly on his palm and rubbed them together quickly. He stretched out her legs and rubbed them up to her knees. “We need to make sure we secure the areas around the burn. It could spread,” He muttered. She bounced her head and watched him running his hands on her smooth legs. Roberto smiled as he enjoyed how his hands ran freely over her slender and straight legs. “You shave your hair frequently,” He said, and Martina chuckled shyly. “Yes, I do. You don’t shave frequently?” She asked, and he scoffed. He stopped caressing her legs and he reached for the hem of his pants. He rolled one of the legs up and raised his legs for her to see. “My legs are as smooth as yours,” He boasted.

Martina chuckled as she stared at his leg. His soft-looking curly hair laid beautifully on his fair white skin, and his masculine toes looked neatly cut and cleaned. “Your legs are not as smooth as mine, but they are perfect for you.” She grinned, and he chuckled. “Whatever. I think I’m done here. I’ll return the box now. Do you want me to help you out of here?” He asked, and she bounced her head in haste. “I don’t think I can walk. Can you help me out?” She teased, and he rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. “Stop teasing me, Martina.” He leaned closer and placed his hand behind her back and under her knees. He lifted her out of the tub, and she giggled in his arms.

“It is nice to know you care about me. I never thought a day like that would come,” She said as he made her sit on the bed. He responded with a grin and took the box to the drawer where he took it from. “Our plan tonight is cancelled. You can’t go out with these burns,” He said, and she creased her brows. “I don’t have a burn in my mouth, Roberto. I can still eat,” She responded, making him laugh. “That isn’t what I meant. I don’t want you to go out anymore, you should stay home and rest.” He walked back to the bed and sat next to her.

Roberto’s stomach grumbled loudly, and Martina’s face brightened. She clasped her lips to prevent herself from laughing loudly. Roberto looked away in embarrassment, rubbing his hands on his legs nervously. “I’m still starving…” “Your stomach said so, you didn’t have to say it again.” She butted in with a laughter, and he sighed. “I will tell Vincenzo to order breakfast.” He stood up from the bed, and she quickly grabbed his hand. “Do you have to bother him about that? You asked him to see to the cleaning of the kitchen. That is enough task for him. I can order breakfast for us,” She said. He looked at her and shook his head. “Vincenzo is the only one that uses a phone after me…” He paused when he saw her throw her face to the other side. “You should tell him then.” She lowered her head and replied coldly.

Roberto exhaled loudly and briskly walked out of the room. He understood what she felt when he made that statement, and he regretted bringing it up in the first place. He got to the living room and saw Vincenzo walking out of the kitchen. “Boss, it is all clean now,” He said, bowing his head. “Do we have new cellphones here?” Roberto asked, and Vincenzo looked at him. “We have only one here, Mr. Roberto,” He responded. “Let me have it,” He ordered, and Vincenzo gave him a bow. “Sir, do we have another operation? I can help you find out,” He said, and Roberto shook his head.

“We won’t be going on any operations here in Mexico. When we travel to the next country, we would go on another one. I need the phone now. Can you help me get it?” Roberto further asked, and Vincenzo bobbed. “Right away, sir.” He ran out of the living room, and Roberto waited for him to come back. After some minutes, he came back with the phone. It was an Apple phone. He gave it to Roberto, and he nodded. “Thank you,” He said to him, and walked out of the living room. Vincenzo stared at him until he was out of sight. “Who does he want to call this time?” He wondered.

Roberto entered the room and met Martina still sitting on the bed. She folded her arms under her breasts, and she had a straight face. He walked up to her and stretched the phone to her. “Here, order breakfast for us,” He said. A smile brightened Martina’s face, and she looked up at him. “You are giving me the phone?” She asked, and he scoffed. “I am giving you the phone so that you can place an order for breakfast, don’t overthink it.” She giggled and collected the phone from him.