The man stood silently behind her, his eyes watching her with a familiar fiery passion smoldering within.
She flinched and then acted as though she saw nothing, quickly finished applying her skincare products, then rose to walk towards the bed.
Behind her, the man followed, silent as ever, to the bedside.
Joanna Lawrence: "..."
"Ashton Heath, why are you still in the bedroom? Aren’t you going to your study?" Joanna feigned ignorance, finding Ashton’s antics amusing and a little cute.
Though he was cute, the thought of his relentless advances this morning made her knees quake involuntarily.
She felt a pang in her thigh again.
She couldn’t afford to soften towards this man.
Otherwise, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
The man’s eyes were filled with a thick, unquenchable desire.
Joanna barely glanced at him before looking away, she picked up her phone from the bedside table, opened her mail, and began downloading the TV series script.
Ashton’s gaze clung to her like glue, his eyes burning as he watched Joanna, his voice husky, "There’s nothing important at the company today. I’m not very busy."
What he didn’t say was that he had a lot of time on his hands today.
That he could use that time to do some things he wanted.
"Oh, really?" Joanna continued to feign ignorance, "Then perhaps you can sleep early—early to bed, early to rise. I still need to read a script for a while, so you sleep if you want. If you’re not accustom to having the light on, I can go work in the study."
Sensing the intense private gaze on her growing hotter, Joanna nervously swallowed, turning to walk away in slight panic.
Ashton’s gaze made her a little frightened.
Her legs were trembling.
She almost ran out of the room, but Ashton’s hot, firm arms encircled her waist. In the next second, his body, radiating heat, was against hers.
He embraced her from behind.
His arms were tight around her waist like a heated iron.
His warm breath fanned the back of her neck. He buried his nose in her neck, his voice husky yet sensual, "Baby, is the script more attractive than me? Will you abandon your newlywed husband and go off to the study alone?"
"Don’t go, stay with me."
"You said you like my face. I’ll let you have a good look now, ok?" His last sentence was whispered right into her ear.
Joanna felt as though her ears were about to become pregnant!
The man’s voice was so sweet, so provocative, she could hardly resist....
Ashton Heath, this indecent man...
To achieve his goal, he even stooped to seduction.
Even though she knew he was intentionally tempting her, facing a good-looking husband who could make any girl weak-kneed, she simply couldn’t resist his blatant temptation.
"Ashton Heath..." Joanna’s voice trembled as his hand tightened around her waist, "I... I need to read the script..."
"Hmm." One of his hands eased off her waist, gliding upwards, his voice huskier, "You read yours, don’t mind me."
Could she really ignore him?
How was she to read the script with him !
"Ashton Heath, I’m really tired today." Joanna’s voice trembled once more, even a tearful note creeping in. It sounded pathetically pitiful, "I’m feeling uncomfortable. Can you... can you sort yourself out?"