"Don't do this." Even if it had to happen, not here, not like this. The lack of privacy made her feel deeply embarrassed.
"Of course, I can. You came back on your own, didn't you? Ready to serve me?" Kingsly stepped into the bathroom, his arms wrapping possessively around Rachel's bare waist, his head dipping to claim her space.
Rachel shook her head, feeling utterly helpless.
But she was a novice in the world of romance, unable to compete with Kingsly's seasoned experience.
"Already admitting defeat?"
"If I loudly oppose you, will you respect my decision and not force it upon me?"
"No." Kingsly never engaged in negotiations, whether in business or with women.
"Then there's no point in wasting my breath."
"Is this the attitude you face me with after coming back?"
They stood under the showerhead, cold water cascading over them, their words laced with tension.
