Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Temptation in the Steam

“Yes.”

Her answer was cold, no hint of shyness.

Margaret said nothing more. She squatted down in front of Andrew.

Then she started taking off his clothes-calm as could be.

First his coat. Then his black shirt. Her fingers unbuttoned each one, slow and steady.

Andrew’s delicate, sexy collarbones were exposed, bit by bit, as she moved.

He sat in his wheelchair, staying silent. His whole body was tensed tight.

His expression stayed calm-impossibly restrained.

Margaret finished taking off his shirt quickly. Andrew’s torso lay bare before her eyes.

His skin was slightly pale.

He looked thin in clothes. But without them, his body was muscular-defined.

Six-pack abs, lines sharp and clear.

Even with his useless legs, he must have kept working out.

Faced with Andrew’s bare torso, Margaret’s face showed no shyness and no nervousness.

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Instead, she looked interested. Her eyes fixed on his body, unblinking, as if admiring a masterpiece.

She praised sincerely, “Andrew, your abs are amazing.”

Andrew looked at Margaret, who didn’t seem the least bit shy—if anything, she was kinda pumped—and he felt all messed up inside for no reason.

Happy, somehow. Yet a little helpless.

Why isn’t she blushing at the sight of my body?

Before Andrew could speak, Margaret—still squatting in front of him-suddenly reached out her hand toward his abdomen.

Her fingers itched with anticipation. A seductive, teasing sinile curved her lips. “Andrew, can I touch your abs? They look so good. I really want to.”

“Do what you want.”

Andrew’s tone was cold, maintaining his aloof, noble demeanor.

“Nice feel,” Margaret said casually.

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She didn’t bother being polite at all-she gave them a bold squeeze, then even tossed in her two cents.

Andrew fell silent.

How come it feels like she’s just openly messing with me?

“Andrew, let’s go take a bath.”

She suddenly pulled her hand back.

Her face remained cold, yet a faint, odd flicker lingered in her eyes-if you bothered to look closely.

His blood smelled too good. It was a temptation.

It stirred something in her usually cold, hardened heart whenever he was near.

A raw urge ached through her-an impulse to just push him down.

Offering to bathe him personally? She was starting to realize that was a bad idea.

She was afraid she might not be able to hold back—might make a move on him. And it wasn’t just the urge to drink his blood…

“Maggie, don’t you need to take off my pants for a bath?” Andrew asked again, feigning innocence.

Margaret’s steps faltered. Then she said, “We’ll take them off in the bathroom.”

“Maggie, are you blushing?” Andrew smiled, triumphant.

“Blush my ass!” She couldn’t help swearing.

Margaret pushed Andrew’s wheelchair into the huge bathroom. She slammed the door shut behind them— hard.

The bathroom was magnificent, golden and bright.

Inside stood a circular pool, 15 feet across. Steam curled up from the water, thick and warm.

The water was flowing-natural hot spring water piped in from the back mountain. Its temperature stayed constant, year-round.

The bathroom alone was absurdly large. A floor-to-ceiling window offered a stunning view of the entire sea.

The entire Mohler Manor sat atop a mountain. Behind the cliff stretched an endless ocean.

“Maggie, help me take off my clothes.”

Snap! Andrew pulled open a corner of his shirt himself. Then he stared straight at Margaret, his gaze bold.

He refused to believe she wouldn’t blush this time!

Margaret showed no shyness at all. She replied calmly, “Sure.”

Then she stepped forward, ready to act.

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Andrew was stunned. She’s truly not shy at all!

There was still no trace of shyness on her stunning face.

“I’ll carry you to the pool.”

Margaret glanced at his body, nodded in approval, and looked away.

Decent abs.

She squatted down again, slipping her hands around his lean waist-elegant and powerful.

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She looked small and delicate. But her strength was astonishing. She carried the nearly six-foot-tall man in her arms with ease.

Andrew’s body was always cold, a side effect of his illness.

A strange feeling stirred in her chest.

Damn it.He’s too tempting.

The scent of his blood made her waver. To her, it was more addictive than poppy-and had an aphrodisiac

effect.

She lowered his body into the pool. Then she turned around sharply, her back to Andrew. “Andrew, wash yourself. Call me when you’re done.”

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