John's bold and straightforward words made Grace's face flush and her heart race. This man had always been more action-oriented than verbal in bed; their exchanges typically revolved around "be gentle" and "slow down." She had thought him humble and hardworking, unaware that he had a whole repertoire of sultry lines ready to ignite her shame.
The atmosphere grew increasingly charged. Grace struggled to maintain her composure and said, "Mr. Amster, I think I've made it very clear. The game is over." His hand on her waist continued to stroke her lightly, and he bit her earlobe gently. "Are you sure?"
Grace's body trembled instinctively, but she managed to keep a straight face. "Mr. Amster, I'm not interested in meddling in other people's family affairs. This is the women's dressing room. Please leave immediately."
John studied her intently. She didn't seem like an ordinary woman at all. She was his first lover, and while she had enjoyed their time together, now she was determined to end it without a hint of hesitation or sentimentality in her eyes.
"But I'm different from you, Miss Quinn. I like to meddle. I revel in seeing you sweating, clinging to my neck, saying 'no'," he replied, his demeanor wild and unrestrained, contrasting sharply with Grace's increasing nervousness.
Footsteps echoed outside the door, and Kathy's voice called out, "Miss Quinn, are you in there?" Just as Grace was about to respond, she realized that the zipper of her dress had been pulled down, with John's slender fingers lingering near the clasp of her bra. The thrill almost made her cry out.
Flustered, Grace didn't know how to react. Although she had found herself enchanted by this muscular man, she didn't want to be reckless or face an embarrassing moment before her colleagues. Her body tensed; she bit her lip tightly, her eyes pleading silently.
John seemed amused by her vulnerability. His lips curved into a smirk as he whispered, "Miss Quinn, I'm the one who can call an end to the game." His voice was low, and his warm breath sent shivers down her spine.
Outside, her colleagues continued to chatter. "It's strange. I saw Grace come in. Where is she?" Kathy, not receiving a response, reached for the doorknob. Grace called out, "Kathy, I'm just changing clothes." Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her inner turmoil as she gripped John's suit to steady herself.
Kathy continued, "Grace, I think the most handsome one today is Jimmy's father. Don't you agree? He's so tall and handsome. OMG, his body proportions are amazing!" Gossiping was second nature for girls, and normally, Grace would join in. But today, the subject of their gossip was right in front of her, leaving her at a loss for words.
Kathy knocked on the door again. "Grace, what do you think?"
Inside the small dressing room, the temperature was rising. John pressed kisses along her neck, and the fabric of her dress slipped off her shoulders, exposing her smooth skin. She held her head high, resembling an elegant swan, but as his advances grew bolder, her breath became unsteady. "I don't really know," she managed to say.
John chuckled softly, guiding her hand to rest on his waist. "Count them."
Grace felt trapped, unable to resist as her palm pressed against the heat of his sculpted abs. She could even sense a slight sheen of moisture on his skin, heightening her awareness of him.
Kathy continued her gossiping outside. "Guess, is it six or eight?"
Grace closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment. "Eight."
"I guessed so too. He looks slim when dressed but muscular when undressed. Grace, you like guys like this, right? So full of masculine charm."
Heat flooded Grace's cheeks. She recalled how Kathy had comforted her when she discovered her ex's infidelity. At that time, Grace had casually pointed to a TikTok video of a six-pack abs and said, "I like guys like this. Full of sexual tension."
Now, recalling that moment in front of John, she felt utterly embarrassed. "Alright, you can go back now," she finally managed to say.
As Kathy's footsteps faded away, Grace let out a sigh of relief, only to realize she had let her guard down too soon. John leaned in closer, his dark eyes gleaming with desire. "Baby, so you like guys like me."
Before she could protest, her hand fell into his scorching palm. In an instant, her small hand found its way to his belt.
The contrast of his warm palm and the cold metal buckle sent a wave of heat through Grace, her blush deepening.
John held her waist with one hand and grasped her wrist with the other, gently rubbing the sensitive skin. His deep voice resonated in her ear, "Baby, unfasten it for me."