Justin returned ho a little late, where he rang the bell as usual despite knowing the lock password of the door.
Soon the door was unlocked and a woman wearing an apron, holding a spatula in one hand ca into his sight.
"You know the door lock password, but you still disturb in my work by making co to open the door," she said, in a little complaining tone and turned to go back to the kitchen.
"And I want to keep disturbing you like this all my life," Justin countered smoothly and entered the ho.
She heard him and clearly understood what he ant but didn’t respond.
After putting away his bag and shoes, Justin washed his hands and headed to the kitchen to see what Natalie was up to. He noticed she was preparing several of his favorite dishes.
"Is the feast being prepared for ?" he asked, looking through all the dishes being prepared.
"You could say that," Natalie replied, focused on her cooking.
"Is it a way of thanking for helping you with your plan?" Justin asked as he stood behind her, leaned a little down, closer to her ear, "Hmm?"
Natalie flinched slightly at the warmth of his breath that bushed her cold skin, but kept her composure. "If it weren’t for you, things wouldn’t have gone so smoothly. So I thought...."
"So I was right. This is a thank-you feast," he murmured, staying close, clearly making her heart race.
"Maybe," she replied softly, doing her best to resist the effect of his closeness.
"You don’t need to thank for anything," he whispered, brushing his lips against her flushed earlobe, "but if you really want to, there are... better ways you know, the ways that I might find more satisfying."
Natalie’s breath hitched, fully aware of his intentions. He was trying to seduce her.
"Justin..." she murmured, almost pleading.
"Hmm?"
"Go freshen up. I’m hungry and want to eat early."
Hearing her response, Justin sighed and stepped back. "A man who lets his woman go hungry is no good. I definitely don’t want to be that man," he said, leaving the kitchen.
Natalie let out a small sigh of relief and returned to her cooking.
By the ti Justin finished his shower and returned, Natalie had completed the cooking and was nearly done setting the table. Her expression held a quiet, pleasant satisfaction, as if she hadn’t felt this happy in a long ti.
Moreover, there was soone she looked forward to seeing return ho, soone whose presence brought her comfort.
"I thought I’d get to help with sothing, but you’re surprisingly fast," he said, looking at her.
Natalie turned to respond but froze and her eyes widened at the sight. She quickly turned away to face her back to him.
"I’d appreciate it if you wore clothes instead of wandering around naked," she said, trying to calm her nerves at the sudden surprise. ’Is he trying to seduce for real? Is he trying to say it’s ti for us to move forward? But I am not ready yet.’
"As far as I can see, I am still having a towel wrapped around ." I’m still decently covered in a towel," Justin replied, moving closer to the table as he dried his hair. "And what’s this delicious aroma that pulled out to eat already, making impatient to wear clothes even?"
She kept her gaze on her work, setting out dishes and utensils. "You’ll find out once we eat. Now, please go put on so clothes."
Justin chuckled at her flushed face. "We’ve kissed, hugged, and practically touched each other everywhere. Is there really any reason to be shy seeing like this? We can be adults about this. But if you want to even things out, feel free to go around this ho naked as well—I wouldn’t mind at all, promise."
’This cheeky man.’ Natalie shot him a frown. "One of the rules in my house: no one’s allowed to wander around half-naked or naked."
Justin raised an eyebrow. "I don’t rember you ntioning such rule before."
Flustered, she added, "Well, I’m making one now. And you’ll have to follow it."
Justin didn’t back down. Instead, he moved to her side of the table. Natalie watched him approach, shrinking back instinctively, only to be stopped by the table behind her.
He leaned in, studying her flustered face. "I know I have a face and a body that might give people... sinful thoughts. Are you afraid you’re having those thoughts, or are you already having them and just scared to let it show?"
Natalie swallowed hard, staring at him in shock. Her mind flashed a warning—this man was dangerous to her senses. He was right; since the day she t him, she had been undeniably attracted to his handso face and perfect physique. Living together had only made him harder to resist.
"Justin... I’m starving..."
"I know. You could always have —I wouldn’t mind."
Speechless, her mind raced with his implication. Could I actually have him? she thought, feeling herself drawn to him. He looks so delicious and even slls amazing. Her hand, which had been resting on the table for support, moved slightly, as if about to reach for him. But before she could touch him, Justin stepped back with a smile. "I’ll be good and let you eat the al first. I’ll be back," he said, turning toward the bedroom.
Natalie’s face fell slightly as she looked at her hand, realizing she had almost reached for him. What was I doing? Thank goodness he didn’t notice—or that would have been truly embarrassing, considering he was just teasing .
The mont Justin turned around to leave, a corner of his lips moved into an evil smirk. He was well aware of what she was going to do, but he loved this ga of pull and push with her.
The day I let you, there won’t be any turning back for you, Natalie.
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