Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Natalie blokes, her brain finally catching up to the meaning belund Jonas’s words.
Her cheeks quickly flisdied crimson, the color deepening to a soft rose that reached her ears. Even her eyes seemed in quart Imation Its proper massage”
Exindly, finged with a
Jonas cluic kles, the sound a deep, resistant vibration that seemed to echo through his chest. Even in laughter, his voice carried a weighty richness. His sapphire eyes curved ever so shelily, a rare softness breaking through his usual sharp gaze a fleeting charm that could disarm angusir caught
its path.
“Proper massage, hoht And here I thought there were improper ones. Should I ask you to tracheter the difference?” His voice dipped lower, his tone silky and teasing as he leaned in a loser. His breath grazed her skin as lie mumuurei, Heims! Natalie”
The bhoh on Natahe’s face deepened, spreading down her neck in a cascade of warmth.
Feeling uncomfortable, she instinctively turned her head to the side, desperate to avoid the intensity of his gaze. Her lingers curled slightly against her lap, and her voice softened even further, as if afraid to disturb the subtle balance of the moment.
“My father wasn’t in good health before he passed, she admitted solily. “Tlearned massage in secret to help him feel better. My technique… it’s profesional And after all this travel, you must be sore. Why not give it a try?”
When she finally lifted her eyes to inect his, they brimmed with a tentative hopefulness, her gaze locking onto the piercing blue of his. Her tone tumed earnest, almost pleading “I don’t eat much, and I promise I won’t cause you any trouble. Whatever you say goes.”
Jonas studied her for a moment, his expression unreachable. The way she looked at him, as if his slightest word could make or break her—it stirred
something in him. She seemed so traple, so poised on the edge of tears, ber vulnerability almost overwhelming.
This thoughts flickered to an image of her crying, her delicate features streaked with tears. If it were in bed, that might be a kind of thrill. But here… He clicked his tongue inwardly. Spoiled girls like hier are always trouble!
With a casual motion, be released her chin and ruffled her hair, his hand moving with a deliberate roughness that belied the faint amusement in his rys Fuse. Tonight, well try it ma, On the bel
His words, Layered with shameless innuendo, landed like a stone in the quart air between them.
Natalie’s blush flared brighter, but she merely nodded timidly.
At that moment, the car slowed to a stop by the roadside.
of Zam Geiger’s jurisdiction.
Myla, seated at the front, spoke in a clipped, mechanical tone, “Hoss, we’ve reached the border of Zam
Jonas leaned back in his seat, his hand once again finding Natalie’s hair. He tousled it lightly, his touch more like someone playing with a pet than addressing an equal. “Sweetheart, I’m taking you to meet someone. You know what to do, don’t you?”
What to do? Natalie thought for a split second before clarity dawned on her
Without hesitation, she nodded firmly. Shipping her arm around his, she leaned into him with practiced ease, the picture of a devoted partner. “I know I need to make them think I’m madly in love with you.”
Natalie hadn’t forgotten the initial agreement she made with him–she would play the part of a woman madly in love with him, all in the name of provoking “Jonas Lawson“:
Now that the act was in full swing, she surprisingly found herself more at ease, glad that she could finally bring something to the table. With a clear role to play, her once hesitant demeanor transformed into something more conflent, even proactive.
As she leaned in closer, her soft frame brishing against him, a faint, fruity sweetness wafted from her–a subtle, sugary scent that wasn’t overpowering but instead ndidly pleasant.
Jonas reached out and pinched her smooth, delicate cheek, his touch both teasing and deliberate. He teased, “He sharp. Play your cards right, and I’ll make sure to feed you properly tonight. In bed”
Natalie couldn’t help but roll her eyes internally, though her expression remained composed
By now, she was so accustomed to his outrageous remarks that they had started to lose their sta
Even so, a soft blush crept across her face, and she nokled obediently, her tone light as she redirected the conversation back on track. “Then can I skip the compressed biscuits! How about a proper meal insteal”
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Chapter 23
Her wide, earnest eyes gleamed with innocence, but Jonas wasn’t so easily fooled. He caught the subtle flicker of mischief beneath her pure gaze and thought to himself. Phying tricks on me again, huh?”
Still, just like the sweetness in her scent, her little ploys didn’t annoy him. If anything, they amused him, like a kitten tentatively pawing at a toy. It was harmless, and he found it a decent distraction from the monotony of the day.
He nodded, his voice laced with playful agreement. “A meal? Sure. But just a meal? I’ll throw in some meat, too” The way he emphasized the word meat carried an unmistakable innuendo, his tone low and suggestive, as if daring her to react
Natalie’s ability to keep her composure had improved dramatically. She simply gave a quick nod and said nothing
As they spoke, a second vehicle pulled up behind them. Before the van even fully halted, the door flew open, and a lanky, golden–haired young man. Dominik Brooks, hopped out.
Ma few strides, he reached their car, his boyish face pressing up against the window. His posture was hunched, his curiosity practically spalling over as he peered inside.
“Boss!” Dominik hollered, his voice high–pitched and impossibly loud. “You’ve almost killed that guy back there. I better be getting hazard pay for this kind of interrogation work.”
But then his eyes landed on Natalie. A second later, he let out a dramatic gasp. “Boss, who’s this girl? I’m turning eighteen in two days. How abour Ketting her take my virginity, huh?”
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