Trenton Smith threw the tissue into the trash can, glanced at her, and ignored her.
The man took the remaining ointments from the drawer and placed them on the bedside table. He addressed Norris Moore: "I have to go on a business trip tomorrow. I might be gone for a week. Remember to apply the ointment on time."
Norris leaned back and smiled seductively, "Weren't you saying that I can't reach the deeper parts of the wound? Can I reach them now?" Her long leg slowly lifted and rested on his waist, teasing him fearlessly.
Trenton looked down at her foot swaying on his black robe, the bright color strongly contrasting his robe. He grabbed her ankle and with a slight force, pulled her from the bed. Norris was caught off guard and found herself falling into his arms. Trenton then picked her up from the bed and held her in his arms, sitting on the couch.
She was straddling his lap, toying with the strings on his robe, and casually asked, "Where are you going on your business trip?"
