Mr. Norman, She's Out of Your League Now novel Chapter 17

"You..." Brian couldn't see, but he was sure the woman had done it intentionally, and anger colored his tone.

He had always hated anyone getting too close, especially a woman with ulterior motives.

He had obviously underestimated her.

When Henry was in the room, she acted aloof. Yet she couldn't help but show her true colors the moment he stepped out.

"Did you do that on purpose?" He propped himself up, gritting his teeth. "You may have the skill to treat me, but we have no other relationship! Drop any other ideas before you end up with nothing!"

Charlotte had just recovered her balance. Upon hearing those words, she let out a short, incredulous laugh.

They spent years apart, and he had turned into a narcissist.

What other ideas could she possibly have about him?

Before he could protest, she had already blamed him.

She snapped, "You're overthinking! I wouldn't have fallen if you hadn't yanked me a second ago! Don't worry! Even if I were desperate, I wouldn't go after a blind man!"

At the word "blind", Brian's expression darkened to a frightening degree.

"Get off!" he growled, each word sharp with ice.

He had reached the limit of his patience. Guided only by instinct, he tried to push her away. But as he could not see, his hand landed squarely on her chest.

His fingers met soft, yielding flesh. He froze, stunned in place.

Charlotte was just as shocked. She stared at his pale, slender hand resting where it definitely should not be.

The surrounding air seemed to quieten down, leaving only their breathing.

Brian could feel her breath and the faint medicinal fragrance that clung to her—a scent he thought he had smelled somewhere before. He searched his memory, trying to recall.

When Charlotte saw he still hadn't moved his hand, she instantly lost her temper.

She slapped his hand away. "Who's showing their true colors now? You're the one who's pretending to be blind! First, you spilled the water, then you dragged me down, and now you're taking advantage! Shameless pervert!

She was furious and tried to stand, but half her body was draped over him, so she had to push against something for leverage. In her scramble, her hand pressed onto Brian's thigh again.

The sudden pressure made Brian's expression change.

Was this woman asking for trouble?

Henry finished his call and burst back in. He shoved the door open and nearly lost his composure at the sight—the doctor and his boss were tangled together, their hands in places they should not have been.

He figured he must have opened the wrong door somehow. He closed it, retraced his steps, and opened it again, but the scene remained the same.