A pleasant fragrance wafted over, magically sweeping away the displeasure in Dean's mind. He wrapped his arm around her waist, claimed her lips, and drank the tea from her mouth.
The tea was light yet carried a touch of sweetness.
Joy looked at him, her face seeking praise and a hint of shyness. "Is it good?"
Dean's face remained expressionless as he responded, "It's okay."
'Okay' my foot, you're enjoying it, don't think I don't know.
Dean gently massaged her back and said in a low voice, "You taste better than the tea."
Joy bashfully buried her face in his chest. This wasn't an act - Dean was naturally seductive and his flirtatious words were irresistible.
"You still feel shy after all the times we've been together?" Dean asked coolly. He then proceeded to take off her coat, and the sight before him took his breath away.
What on earth was this woman wearing underneath?
