I said nothing. Instead, I raised my head and looked defiantly into his eyes, telling him that I was going in no matter what.
Colin knew there was more than met the eyes. Ignoring the refusal from the tall man, he grabbed my hand and dragged me in.
The tall man shrugged in resignation. Once we entered the room, Colin managed to locate the switch and turn on the lights. Following a crisp click, the sight of the room entered our vision.
The sight made me gasp out loud.
Jasmine was lying on the bed. Her hair was still wet, her cheeks were scarlet, and her eyes were glossy. The white bathrobe was draped lazily on her body, and the huge opening on her chest gave sneak peeks of what she packed underneath.
Her body was pointed toward the door. Her shoulders were exposed, and her long, fair legs were on full display. There was a red spot on her knee, the center of which was a minuscule cut.
No wonder the tall man said he wasn't sure if she needed to go to the hospital or not. By the looks of things, the wound was already closing up on its own.
Jasmine was gorgeous, and she had a sexy figure too. She was striking an alluring pose on the bed. It wasn't that far from what I had expected to see, except that instead of a bathroom, it was on a bed.
I wondered, why did she set up this scene for a man who came to check on her wound? A man who never returned her feelings, in fact. Because she was injured? I highly doubted whatever she had could be called an injury.
She said that she couldn't feel her lower body anymore, yet she had it in her to strike such a seductive pose. Anyone with an ounce of intelligence could already guess what she was after. It was that obvious.
I was curious about Colin's reaction, so I turned to look at him. He looked away. His ears had turned red, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down in constraint.
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