?Chapter 503:
The abruptness of the scene left Marissa bewildered. Usually quick to react, she found herself unable to avert her gaze in that moment. Staring unblinkingly at Connor’s form, she stuttered, “C-Co-Connor, what are you doing?”
With an air of nonchnce, Connor approached her, cing his hands behind his back. “You denied wanting to see my body, but your eyes tell a different story. I knew you were eager to see me naked, yet you yed the coy card.”
He suddenly grasped her chin, his voice dripping with seduction as he said, “There’s no need to pretend. I’m more than happy to show myself to you. Anytime you want to see my naked body, just say the word. Don’t be bashful.”
The heat radiating from his body nearly overwhelmed Marissa. When he pinched her chin, it felt as though a jolt of electricity coursed through her veins, making her lose herposure and nearly fall into his arms.
Luckily, her rigorous training had fortified her willpower. Even under the influence of a drug, she could cling to thest shred of her rationality. Drawing on every ounce of strength, she fought off his maic pull and brought herself back to her senses.
She pushed his hand away, her voiceced with anger as she asked, “Connor Daniels, weren’t you supposed to be taking a shower? Why did youe out so suddenly?”
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Connor spread his hands in feigned innocence. “You asked me to shut the bathroom door. So, here I am, losing it.”
Marissa was at a loss for words. She didn’t believe a single word from him. It was clear he had intentionally exposed his nakedness to enjoy watching her blush and to ensnare her in his allure. She wouldn’t grant his wish, nor would she please him.
Marissa took a deep breath, masked her true feelings, and gave him a once-over. With a smirk, she quipped, “Your physique is mediocre at best. Best not unt it too much—no one’s going to appreciate it.”
With that, she shut the bathroom door, leaving Connor no chance for aeback. Just before the door clicked shut, she caught a glimpse of his darkened expression through the narrowing gap.
Once the door was fully closed, Marissa let out a relieved sigh. She ced a hand on her chest, feeling her heart pounding as if it might burst out, and chuckled in triumph. She reckoned she must have riled Connor up. But he had iting. He’d been deliberately teasing and flirting with her. Perhaps now he’d think twice.
After herughter subsided, Marissa rubbed her eyes, which stung from the tension of the earlier encounter. Though she had dismissed Connor’s body with a harsh critique, she had to admit it was wless.
If she hadn’t trained herself to have a strong will, she might have sumbed to his charm. She realized Connor was indeed dangerous and resolved to strengthen her resolve further.
With this in mind, Marissa took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to clear her thoughts. She then went to bed,y down, and tucked herself in. Though she found it hard to sleep without Connor beside her, she focused on rxing and coaxing herself into drowsiness.
Soon, she heard the sound of water running from the bathroom, indicating Connor was taking a shower. Reflecting on her harsh remarks about his physique, Marissa wondered how he’d appear once he stepped out of the bathroom.
She figured he might be angry and embarrassed and might continue his tricks and argumentster.
Quickly, Marissa turned onto her side and decided to feign sleep, nning to ignore him when he came out of the bathroom. After about ten minutes, the sound of running water ceased. Soon, the bathroom door creaked open, and she heard Connor’s footsteps approaching.
As he got closer to the bed, Marissa squeezed her eyes shut andy perfectly still, even regting her breathing to seem convincingly asleep. She braced herself for Connor’s angry confrontation. After all, she had bruised his ego.
But nothing happened. Instead, she heard a rustling sound and wondered what he was up to. Marissa wanted to peek but didn’t dare to. Shey there, all ears, pretending to sleep while listening intently to his movements
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