696: 697 The Beauty Trap and The Handso Guy Strategy (3) 696: 697 The Beauty Trap and The Handso Guy Strategy (3) As she spoke, she walked around the chair, her arms raised, intending to drape them over his shoulders.
“What does this damn girl want to do?”
Will raised his hand to catch her outstretched arms, and Jessica had already sat on his lap.
“You little brat, still so vigilant!”
Muttering to herself, she smiled as she brought her face close to his.
“You might not believe this, but these past few days…
I’ve been thinking about you.”
Nobody would believe that!
Will squinted his eyes, knowing she was up to sothing, but he deliberately asked,
“Oh, really?”
His only focus was to keep her with him, by any ans necessary, just to waste ti.
“Speaking of which, even I don’t understand why,” said Jessica as she pulled one arm back from his grasp and brought her hand up to his face, “I’ve t so many n, but you’re the most special one.”
Feeling her fingertips lightly brush his cheek, Will felt as though there was an electric current beneath his skin.
Through the thin fabric of his suit, he could distinctly feel the softness and warmth of her skin…
His gaze inadvertently fell on her lips, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.
Catching the change in him, Jessica chuckled inwardly, raising her arm to encircle his neck, leaning in closer, while her other hand reached up to pinch his shirt button.
“Does this damn girl suspect I’m carrying the cross on ?”
Will grabbed her hand that was trying to unbutton his shirt.
“What exactly are you trying to do?”
Jessica deliberately pushed her chest out and brought her lips close to his ear.
“What do you think?!”
Her breath brushed past the side of his ear, making Will’s heartbeat accelerate in an instant.
Sensing his own abnormal reaction, he raised his hand to push her away but extended his palm instead.
Damn pervert!
Jessica, holding back her anger, did not push him away but hugged him tighter, then kissed his earlobe.
“Hey!” Will retracted his hands and grabbed her arms, “You—”
He intended to stop her, but before he could finish speaking, Jessica’s kiss had moved over and sealed his mouth.
How could she end the seduction halfway through?
She wouldn’t stand a chance unless he let down his guard since he was more skilled than she was.
She kissed him of her own accord, which genuinely surprised Will, and for a mont he was stunned; then he tasted that long-lost softness and sweetness.
There was a hint of mint gum’s sweetness in her lips that made him unconsciously recall the tis he’d kissed her before.
This ti was even more seductive and authentic than the last, because it was she who initiated it.
For a brief mont, his instincts made him want to kiss her back.
Kissing him fiercely and hugging him close, rubbing against him, Jessica’s other hand quietly shifted, reaching for the gun on his leg.
Just as Will thought to push her away, Jessica took the initiative, lifting the gun and pressing it against his chest.
“Where’s my stuff?”
Lifting her face from his, she questioned him breathlessly.
Pinned against the chair back by her, Will’s gaze swept over the gun in her hand, imdiately feeling a surge of annoyance.
Of course, he wouldn’t show it in front of her.
“Planning to kill ?”
He relaxed lazily into the chair back, “Sure, go ahead, as long as you don’t care that after I’m dead, soone will deliver the cross to your Mr.
Moses!”
Raising the gun to his forehead, Jessica grabbed his tie.
“I’ll ask one more ti, where is my stuff?”
Will quirked an eyebrow.
“I know, but…
I won’t tell you!”
“Fine, you’ve got guts!” Jessica raised her hand and cocked the hamr of the gun, “Believe it or not, I’ll put a hole in your head right now?”
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