A Love Trap

Ashley tugged at her shirt and slowly walked over to Andrew. She opened her mouth to say something to him, but her words seemed to elude her.

Andrew sat on the bed with a hair dryer in his hand. There was a small stool in front of him. He prepared it to help Ashley dry her hair.

Ashley sat on the stool. Although she had lightly wiped her hair with the towel before she walked out of the bathroom, the tips of her hair were still wet. After she stood there for a while, the back side of her shirt was soaked.

Andrew calmly looked away. He gently touched Ashley's hair, turned the hair dryer on, and began to dry her hair.

Andrew gently combed through Ashley's hair with his fingers. Her hair was like a piece of silk that glided in and out of Andrew's hand.

Ashley's hair was very supple, like a piece of silk of extremely high quality. For others, the black long straight hair wasn't that appealing. But it suited Ashley.

She pulled off the black hair look pretty well. Ashley was also blessed with nice features.

A good-looking lady would always be beautiful no matter what she wore or what hairstyle she sported.

Ashley felt Andrew gently caressing her hair with his hand, as if he was appraising a valuable treasure using his fingertips.

The air conditioner in the bedroom was on and provided a slightly nippy atmosphere. However, the wind from the hair dryer was warm. This made Ashley's cheeks blush red.

The hair dryer's steady hum bounced around the bedroom.

After he had thoroughly dried Ashley's hair, Andrew turned the hair dryer off.

He continued to caress Ashley's hair. He combed Ashley's long hair with gentle strokes of his fingers and his palm.

Ashley felt Andrew's hands gently running through her hair. The tugging was just right and she felt her eyes slowly close from experiencing such pleasant strokes.

The atmosphere was quiet.

However, Ashley felt a little hot. "Finished?"

Ashley couldn't help but ask Andrew.

hair and replied, "Well, your

then took Ashley to the bed.

by his enchanting aura. Before she came to her senses, Andrew had gently placed her down on the bed.

her legs. Her

she turned her

hadn't gripped Andrew yet. When he closed his eyes, he thought of

his sexual desire in check

his eyes and looked at Ashley. He slowly inched his way

close to her. She inhaled and wanted to say something but Andrew's

stayed up late

was finally

day, Ashley opened her eyes, seemingly awoken from a daze. She looked around and frowned when she didn't see Andrew anywhere.

table to check the time. The phone's clock read nine o'clock. Ashley was shocked and shook away the last of the drowsiness she

the first time that I came to visit Andrew's grandfather. How can I get up

to blame!' thought

night before, Ashley's cheeks began to turn red again. She

the bedroom when Andrew opened the door. He came in

already finished washing her face and was

him, Ashley glared at him for a few seconds and then

a smile

walked over to Ashley, placed the bowl on the bedside table and softly said, "You must be hungry

head to the other side and replied, "I am not hungry. I don't want to

still angry for what he did

gently said, "Please don't be angry. Have breakfast first. You have to take good care of

replied Ashley.

she didn't expect that her stomach

so embarrassed that she wanted to find a

not hungry, you say?"

at Andrew and began to eat the bowl

responsible for this. It was my first time to come here. How could you let me wake up so late? What would your grandfather think of me?