His heart uncontrollably began to race, and sweat slowly started to bead in the palm of his hand holding hers.
Images of the woman undressing unbiddenly floated through his mind; her subdued features blurry with inebriation, infused with a tantalizing allure.
Damn it, Willy, how can you be so depraved?
Willy really wanted to slap himself!
Nana's hand had been in his the whole time, which kept her from making a fuss. It took three servants a great deal of effort to change the pajamas completely. By the time the clothes had been changed, Willy's shirt was soaked through!
"Mr. Smith, Miss Jensen's clothes have been changed!"
"Say it after the makeup is also removed!"
Willy dared not turn his head to look at her, fearing that he might see what he shouldn't see, so he maintained his position without moving a muscle for quite a while before he finally nodded, "Okay, I know!"
"So, Young Master Smith, shall we go first? Our young mistress is still waiting for us!"
