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    A momentter, realization sank in, and Katelyn froze in disbelief.


    She immediately regretted what she had blurted out.


    She was so shocked that her eyes widened. What on earth had she just said?


    Having Vincent see her naked had already been humiliating enough, and now, caught up in her emotions, she had spoken without thinking.


    A second ago, she wanted nothing more than to disappear. Now, she wished the ground would swallow her whole.


    Vincent raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face as he asked calmly, “How, exactly?”


    He rose to his feet and began to approach her slowly.


    He stood tall, wearing a simple but elegant ck shirt. The cor was open, and his fingers rested lightly on the second button. His voice was deep and smooth, almost hypnotic in its effect.


    He was utterly charming.


    “Do you want to see me? Is this what you mean?” he teased, his toneced with seduction.


    Katelyn’s face flushed a deep shade of red, embarrassment flooding her as she found herself unable to meet his gaze. Her eyes remained fixed on her toes as she stammered, “Mr. Adams, I… I didn’t mean it that way. I wasn’t thinking.”


    Her voice quivered with fear, dreading that Vincent might actually remove his shirt at any moment.


    She had panicked and blurted out random things without thinking.


    What was she thinking? What had possessed her to say something so reckless?


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    Vincent’s amusement only grew as he observed her flustered, red face, noticing how she gripped her towel with such intensity. He had noticed this habit of hers before—whenever she felt anxious, she would unconsciously cling to whatever she was wearing.


    The more she reacted this way, the stronger his urge became to yfully torment her.


    He continued to advance, closing the gap between them with deliberate steps. She nervously swallowed, instinctively retreating until her back was pressed against the wall, leaving her with no way out.


    The fresh, crisp scent of his body wash mingled with a faint hint of tobo, overwhelming her senses and making it difficult to breathe.


    Shecked the courage to meet his eyes. Instead, she turned her head away, avoiding his gaze entirely.


    “Mr. Adams…” she murmured.


    Vincent had already undone the second button, exposing the firm lines of his chest just below his corbones.


    “But I realize I was partly at fault earlier. I took advantage of you by seeing you, and I think I owe you something to make up for it,” he murmured.


    “No… no, that’s not necessary,” Katelyn replied, shaking her head frantically, her eyes following his hand as it moved toward the third button. Acting on impulse, she quickly reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him.


    Her face burned with embarrassment, and she forced out the words with difficulty.<fn6ff1> Read full story at Find~Novel</fn6ff1>


    “Really, you don’t have to, Mr. Adams. I don’t need anypensation from you.”


    Her small hand looked delicate against Vincent’srger, rougher one, especially with their fingers nearly intertwined.


    “So, you’re not a fan of this way of me trying to make amends? Just say the word, and I’ll find another way,” he teased.


    Katelyn’s pupils tightened, her mind going nk at the implication in Vincent’s voice.


    What exactly did he mean by “another way”?


    Did he have any idea what he was suggesting?


    Was he implying something as outrageous as she imagined?


    Every thought raced through her mind and was mirrored in her expression, making it easy for Vincent to decipher. His grin only widened in response.


    He hadn’t felt this amused in a long time. Thest time had been when Katelyn had finally ended things with Neil.


    He ced his hand against the wall beside her head, effectively trapping her in ce.


    To her right, his arm formed a barrier; in front of her, his chest loomed close, and to her left, there was nothing but the cold, unyielding wall.


    It felt as though she were prey, cornered and ensnared by a skilled hunter.


    Her confused eyes mirrored the innocence and fear of a trapped fawn.


    “Mr. Adams, you’ve misunderstood. I was just rambling. Please, don’t take any of it seriously,” she pleaded, her words tumbling out in a rush.


    Katelyn scrambled to find a way to rify, but Vincent had already noticed her desperate need to escape and wasn’t about to allow it.


    His voice took on an even deeper tone, one that seemed to captivate and mesmerize anyone who listened.


    “But I still think I owe you something, and I should find a way to set things right,” he replied.


    Katelyn lifted her gaze to meet his, feeling as though his eyes were a hypnotic chasm, threatening to pull her inpletely.


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