Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 614

Rylee muttered in an exasperated whisper, "What a strange man. Why do you have to take a shower during work hours?"

"What did you say?"

"Huh? I didn't say anything."

Rylee looked up at Timothy and waved her hand in denial. Once she saw his muscles, she blushed again.

"So, when you do something wrong, you have to make it right."

"Yes, you are right." Rylee thought it through. She would admit what Timothy said, make a good gesture of admitting her mistake, and never make him angry enough to have her dragged out and dismembered.

"Come here!"

"Yes... what?" Rylee had just moved half a step when she paused in shock and looked at Timothy.

Go over there? Why was he asking her to go over?

"Don't you want to make it up to me?" Timothy pretended to be angry and frowned.

Immediately, Rylee quivered at the look on his face and rubbed her hands together as she said quickly, "No, of course, I want to make it up to you."

But... what was he asking her to go over there for?

"Come here and rub my back for me."

Timothy said lightly, giving Rylee a stern look.

"Huh? Rub your back?" Rylee was stunned. "You wash yourself every day. How can your back be dirty?"

Timothy narrowed his beautiful eyes, and looked fierce, "Don't you want to make it up to me?"

He asked coldly and scared Rylee straight into a shiver. Without another word, she took a few steps over to the tub, her eyelids fluttering as she said gallantly, "How should I do it!"

Arrrgh! She was about to break down!

Mr. Wheeler's body was vaguely visible beneath the water and the bubbles!

Damn it!

He might as well just show it all clearly, and it kept her guessing what was underneath the bubble.

Timothy looked seductive as he raised his eyes and the corners of his eyes rose gently, "Rub it with your hands. What? You don't want to?"

"I want to! Oh, not really, but gladly. I'd be more than happy to serve you."

Rylee smiled, but the smile was uglier than crying.

She bowed her head and was about to cry.

Was she going to touch Mr. Wheeler's skin with her hands?

What was she afraid of? It was touching his skin, not hers, and she wasn't at a disadvantage anyway.

The thought that this was something that would take great advantage of Timothy immediately made her gloat again.

"Just rubbing it with my hands? Don't you have a towel or something? I can't get rid of the dirty with my hands." Rylee tried to sound professional.

"Do you think I'm like a homeless person with dirty mud all over me?"

Rylee stuck her tongue out.

"So... where should I start rubbing?"

Timothy slowly closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting to enjoy himself, and mused, "From the top ... to the bottom ..."

"Oh."

Rylee didn't think much of it at all. She kneeled on the floor, rolled up her sleeves, and ruffled the water to wash her hands first before she just put her hands on Timothy's back.

She rubs it in earnest.

Shit, Mr. Wheeler's skin was so fair and smooth!

It was bouncy and textured and comfortable to touch!

Rylee rubbed Timothy's back hard, and it took her a long time to realize that it wasn't dirty at all. He was clean as a whistle.

"Your back is clean with no dirt. I don't feel the need to rub it anymore."

Rylee blew on her fringes.

Timothy reached up and poked Rylee's head with a wet finger, then complained dotingly, "You're trying to slack off, aren't you?"

"No really! You're really clean!"

Rylee pouted, and her little pink face was charming.

Her body was pressed against the bathtub and because it was full of water, it soaked the cloth on her breasts, but she was unaware of it.

Timothy took a glance at her breasts.

Good!

Her front was all wet.

Even her bra was showing.

The wet clothes clung to her breasts, and her deep cleavage was surprisingly clear and inviting!

Timothy took a deep, hard breath and moved his body in the water.

Somewhere in his body had propped up.

Rylee just noticed that a bubble suddenly came out high above the water and didn't think much of it.

Timothy looked very impatient, "Rub the front, then."

"Okay."

Rylee stole a glance at Timothy and found him looking surprisingly upset. It seemed she had upset him by not rubbing his back seriously.

Rylee took a deep breath and pouted, then probed her hands onto Timothy's pecs and rubbed them hard.

Timothy narrowed his eyes and glanced faintly at the little girl close to him.

Her face was peachy and her little mouth was red and she was blowing sweet, hot air into his face.

She was scratching his skin with her little cat-like paws.

It was as if she was tickling his heart ...

Timothy's voice trailed off, "Down a bit."

"Okay." Rylee was too preoccupied with her job as a back scrubber to think much about it. Since he told her to go down, she would just do so.