Again, Lewis knew he had to tread carefully. He wasn't the one to be caught in a woman's trap. He didn't know if Mitchell was doing this to get something from him or not.
"Like Petra? I don't seem to understand your question?" He said in pretense.
She laughed. "You don't need to hide anything." She touched his mustache.
"Seeing you, I feel you are such a grown man and can do things for a woman that she cannot imagine," Mitchell smirks at him, which seems downward scary.
The way Mitchell was caressing his shoulders down to his arms, he didn't like it. Lewis threw her a cold glare. "Is this the confession?" He voiced out in an icy frown.
"No," Mitchell said.
"Then tell me what it is so I can go." Lewis insists.
"I can't tell you now until I know I can trust you." She rolls her eyes at him playfully.
