The Wrong Woman

Nathan managed to rein in his emotions before looking at Suzanne again. His gaze landed on the exposed area above her collar.

When Suzanne leaned forward toward him, she didn’t notice that her collar had loosened. Her chest could be seen peeking through the gap

of her clothes.

Nathan shifted his gaze away, his lips parting as his breaths quickened.

He felt odd.

This foreign feeling was new to him, but he wanted more. He prided

himself on his control, but now even that seemed like a joke.

“Is that all?” Nathan’s voice had turned low and husky.

“Yes, that’s all,” Suzanne replied.

Nathan reached out and gently pushed Suzanne back to her seat. He attempted to change the topic, but Suzanne’s eyes were just so beautiful. Her skin was flawless and her lips were lovely.

His face burned. As he eyed her lips, his Adam’s apple bobbed. E swallowing did nothing for the heat in his cheeks. He wondered i was going crazy. Was he actually lusting over Suzanne?

He mulled over this; he was a normal man, and Suzanne was his wi Wasn’t it normal for him to have these thoughts?

Nathan tamped down his nervousness and spoke again in a low voice. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

There was another layer of meaning to those words.

Suzanne stared at him, dumbfounded. His heated gaze left her

flustered. He didn’t seem like his usual self today.

“Are there no more cabins?” she asked.

Nathan’s breathing grew heavier. “There are, but I want to sleep here with you.”

Did she not understand? How could someone with her experience not get it?

Suzanne had picked up on Nathan’s change in tone and gaze. He seemed to be restraining himself, but he also seemed excited.

She didn’t think much of it. After all, they often slept in the same bed. He wouldn’t touch her because of his feelings for Sally.

Suzanne glanced at the double bed nearby. “Of course, you can sleep over there,” she agreed readily. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Nathan was pleased to hear this. “Are you done with your food?” he asked.

Suzanne put away her plate. “Yes.”

“Going to take a shower?”

“I already did.” Suzanne pulled at her loose pajama shirt. “You sh shower.”

Nathan gently let out a breath. He clenched his fists and attempted rein in his impulses. Had he been training too little lately? Was th why he was filled with these lustful thoughts?

But he also had zero sexual experience. He shouldn’t be having thes thoughts at all. Were these just base urges, or had he truly fallen for her?

The thought left Nathan in a panic. He hastily got up and headed for the bathroom.

They had to be simple urges. A cold shower was usually enough to put an end to them.

Suzanne settled down in bed to read. Half an hour later, the bathroom.

door swung open. She looked up, only to be shocked by the sight.

There stood Nathan, with only a towel wrapped around his lower half. His hair had been partially dried. His olive skin complemented his defined pecs and abdomen. His thighs were muscular too.

He looked sinfully sexy like this.