“Oh no, I absolutely adore this. You’re so nice and soft here. Why don’t you take my card later and get your a*s plumped up too?”
In the cramped closet, Rayna was huddled close to Curtis with her head in his embrace. She could hear his strong heartbeat and feel his warmth, but she did not dare to move.
Just hearing the couple’s dirty talk was enough to make Rayna’s skin crawl from secondhand embarrassment.
All she wanted to do was install the hidden camera. Rayna had not anticipated Curtis’ arrival, nor had she expected Marcus to show up with his lover so soon. As such, they could not even leave the room.
What a mess this is!
The two of them said nothing. The only thing that filled the silence between them was the faint sounds of their breathing. Meanwhile, the other couple had been engaging in foreplay and activities more sexual in nature.
Rayna began to silently count sheep to distract herself.
After some time, Rayna heard Curtis’ low voice in her ear, asking, “Why do you like to push me into weird places whenever something happens?”
“I didn’t know you were going to come over,” whispered Rayna.
Rayna’s thoughts went to the second time she met Curtis. She shoved Curtis into the nearby toilet and accidentally discovered Julian’s affair with Meredith. On a trip to Tyrandas, Curtis entered the wrong bathhouse. They both ended up hiding in a small cubicle because they did not want the students to notice them.
The very thought of this made Rayna feel embarrassed. She could feel herself blushing.
Fortunately, there was very little light coming in from outside, so Curtis could not see Rayna’s face clearly.
Curtis said nothing else, and the two immediately fell into a deep silence once more. In the meantime, the dirty talk from the other couple outside had turned into high-pitched moans. Rayna desperately wished she could find some cotton and stuff them into her ears to block out the noise.
“But why are you here?” asked Rayna quietly after a while.
“What, did I ruin your good deed or something?” The closet was relatively dim. When Curtis looked down, he could only see the faint outline of her against his body. His gaze followed the light through the cracks and noticed that it landed on her shoulder.
Her milky skin seemed to shine as a result.
Curtis immediately thought of the time he saw Rayna in the billiard room. Through the one-way glass, he saw that she was wearing a little black dress. The dress hugged her slender waist and exposed her beautiful back, and he could feel his heart race just thinking about it.
Curtis smirked. “Looks like you still have that bad habit of spying on others, Ms. Garland.”
Immediately, Rayna shushed him and clamped a hand over his mouth, and inched even closer. “Don’t be so loud,” hissed Rayna. “They might hear us. If you hadn’t entered and turned the lights off, do you think this would’ve happened?”
“I didn’t turn the lights off.”
“Really?” scoffed Rayna. “Do you expect me to believe that they turned themselves off?”
Curtis said nothing, yet Rayna noticed that his hands were stroking his chin, seemingly about to take his tie off. In a split second, Rayna’s hands were pulled behind her and kept there by his iron grip.
Rayna was stunned. She could not see it, but she could feel Curtis binding her hands with his tie.
This only made her even more frantic. “Why the heck are you tying me up?” asked Rayna in a harsh whisper.
Curtis’ warm breath tickled the top of her head, and he still did not respond. Instead, he trailed his hands down her waist and rested them near the small of her back.
“Y-Y-You…!” stammered Rayna.
Because she was acutely aware of where she was, Rayna was so shocked that she immediately became tense. It also did not help that the woman outside was not moaning with reckless abandon.
“Weren’t you asking why I tied you up? Let me explain,” murmured Curtis. He then raised one hand and gently stroked the brooch she used to fasten her shawl, his fingers tapping idly on the cool metal.
In the same harsh whisper, Rayna said, “Curtis Faymon, don’t you dare try anything weird! We’re in a closet! Also, we’ve broken up! I-If you dare lay a finger on me, I swear I-I’ll…”
“Look at you, stammering like this. Have you lost your guts?”
“You’ve borrowed something of mine. Aren’t you going to return it to me?” queried Curtis, his breath falling warmly on her face. Rayna could feel her skin prickle.
“What exactly have I taken?”
Curtis did not answer. Instead, he began to toy idly with the brooch.
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