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Chapter 3

A few minutes later, Nami stood at the sink. The sleeves on her shirt were rolled up to the elbow and her forearms immersed in dishwater. She muttered curses under her breath. Why? It's not like this was the first time in her life that she had to do dishes. So why was she angry? "Why?" She asked herself out loud.

"Huh?" Sanji turned to look at the navigator. His shirt was untucked and sleeves rolled up while drying utensils with a towel. "Did you say something?"

Nami sighed, rinsing out a cup. "Are there any other chores you want to tell me about?"

The cook just laughed at her. It was a dark laugh from someone getting their revenge. "I guess you'll find out, won't you." He turned to put a knife away in its drawer.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, annoyed with his smugness.

"I told you Nami," he responded with his back to her, "I'm done chasing you." Nami rolled her eyes, even more annoyed with his ambiguous answer. What does he mean, "done chasing" me? "There is something you can do though," she heard him add after a moment.

Suddenly he came up behind her. The navigator's body froze in surprise. Sanji slid his open palms down her arms. When he reached her hands, his fingers intertwined with hers, taking the cup she was rinsing. Nami breathed deeper as his body pressed up behind her own. She tried blinking to restore her thoughts, but she was lost in his overwhelming presence. Every small movement of Sanji's body set off another trigger of arousal. The press of his hands over hers as the water ran off of them. The way his body seemed to fit around hers like an embrace. The friction of his pelvis against her as he shifted his weight.

Nami was losing control. Her head leaned to one side as Sanji whispered in her ear. His voice was deep and low. "What's wrong Nami?" He breathed on her ear, causing her to shiver. She let out a sigh as he grazed his lips against her exposed neck. "Is there something you want?" He laughed his dark laugh again and Nami snapped out of his spell. Turning around, she slapped the cook in the face with a wet hand.

Sanji rubbed his jaw and pulled out his cigarettes. "All you have to do is say you love me," he lit one up, "and mean it." Nami stared at him in anger and confusion. He took a drag. "As I said earlier, I've been waiting on you hand and foot," he exhaled. The smoke disappeared in front of his blue eyes. "I wonder how you really feel about me."

"What do you mean?" Nami interrupted, unsure of what Sanji was getting at.

"If you don't love me, then let me know so I can finally get over you and move on," he stated. "I don't want to waste anymore of my time on something that will never be." He pushed his sleeves down and headed for the door. "I think even you can respect that." He opened the door, "let me know when you have an answer." After that, he left. Nami sighed, leaning against the sink. What's he doing to me?