Amanda Jenkins stood in place, a growing sense of unease swelling in her heart. Could this be a trap?
She felt as if she were stepping further and further into a snare meticulously laid by Lucas Griffin.
Amanda pondered whether she should make a run for it, but just then Lucas stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"Why don't you come and bathe with me?"
Amanda was taken aback for a moment when she saw the buttons of his shirt undone down to his abdomen, revealing half of his muscular chest, his unique masculine allure laid bare.
She quickly crossed her arms over her chest. "No!"
"Don't you feel dusty after taking the bus?" He frowned slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the dirty feeling.
Amanda shook her head repeatedly. "No, I think I'm quite clean."
Seeing her anxious appearance, Lucas chuckled, "I'm not going to eat you."
"I said I don't want to bathe."
"Alright then," he shrugged, "just wait here for me, and don't go anywhere."
