Chapter 64
Miranda felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her. She quickly turned around. “My apologies, I didn’t know anyone was in here.”
Honestly, who would expect someone to be taking a shower without locking the door? When the servant pointed her to the bathroom, he didn’t mention it was occupied.
Elian was equally surprised by Miranda’s sudden entrance. He had planned to finish his shower and then go
meet her.
But she had arrived earlier than expected.
He usually didn’t use this bathroom for showers. Today, though, the shower in his room was acting up, so he had to use the shared one.
As Miranda spun around, Elian grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
Miranda quickly reached for the door to leave. Just then, a servant’s voice floated in from outside.
“Ms. Hawk, I saw the door ajar. Are you in there?”
Seeing the bathroom door slightly open, the servant had called out, not wanting the guest to feel
inconvenienced.
Hearing the voice from outside, Miranda instinctively closed the door tight.
“I’m here,” she replied promptly.
The last thing she needed was for the servant to walk in and witness this awkward situation, or worse, see Elian and think she was some kind of peeping Tom.
She shot a warning glance at Elian, signaling him to keep quiet. Elian, with an amused smirk, seemed to find the whole situation entertaining.
“Alright,” the servant said, and then made her way downstairs.
Miranda exhaled deeply, ready to open the door and leave, but she felt the presence behind her closing in.
A strong, musky scent enveloped her as Elian leaned in. His hand blocked the door.
Even with a sliver of space between them, the heat was palpable, as if one spark would set everything ablaze.
“You seem to like watching my body, huh?” Elian’s voice was a teasing whisper in her ear, giving her an itchy
sensation.
“What’s the matter? Not interested anymore?” his tone carried a purposeful teasing hint.
Miranda was caught between the door and Elian, unable to move forward or back.
“Don’t flatter yourself. Your body is no different than a specimen to me.”
She had seen plenty of bodies, both male and female, throughout her life. To her, they were just anatomical studies, nothing more.
Seeing a living person versus a cadaver wasn’t all that different. The only distinction was that some bodies were aesthetically pleasing enough to warrant a second glance.
To Miranda, a naked body was just flesh on bones, no different if it was changed to another one, not something to get flustered over.
“Besides, could you back off a bit? You’re squishing me,” she said with a frown.
Elian raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting down, his expression darkening slightly. Damn.
Miranda felt him step back slightly. She was about to open the door when the sound of someone mopping
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drifted from outside.
Her hand lingered on the doorknob. Whatever, explaining this was Elian’s problem.
She shifted to open the door, but suddenly his hand gripped her waist, pulling her back. Before she could process what was happening in the cramped space, his lips were on hers, warm and insistent.
The kiss started gentle but soon turned more passionate and demanding. She tried to push him away, but he effortlessly pinned her wrists behind her back!
Miranda prided herself on her self–defense skills, which weren’t too shabby. Yet, against Elian, there was a stark difference in strength.
His technique and power were impeccable, keeping her completely under his control.
Just as she suspected, Elian was no ordinary wealthy kid. Such skills and reflexes only came from extensive real–world experience.
Drops of water from his damp hair fell onto her face, trailing down her cheek and into the hollow of her collarbone.
