“You’re just impossible. How can you get jealous so easily?” Suddenly, Janet’s face turned hot. She lowered her gaze, unable to look at Ethan anymore. She tried to push him away and pleaded, “Step back. You’re too close.”

She was trapped, being pressed in between Ethan’s large body and the kitchen sink behind her.

Her flustered face made him want to have her even more.

“I have a question.” Ethan’s deep voice came from above her head, his breath rustling her hair slightly.

Clenching his fist, the man cleared his throat and asked in a gruff voice, “Well, between Brandon and me, who has the better figure?”

As soon as those words left his lips, Ethan felt incredibly embarrassed.

He knew it was a stupid question, but he just wanted to hear Janet praise him to his face.

Standing there and thinking for a long time, Janet stole a glance at Ethan from the corner of her eyes.

For a second, it seemed that his broad figure matched that of the man in the elevator.

“Actually, you have similar builds.”

Ethan frowned. With pursed lips, he muttered, “We can’t be exactly the same.”

“I didn’t get a good look at him. How could I tell who has the better figure?” Janet asked defensively. His question was too… difficult.

Finally, the microwave oven beeped and the smell of sweet and sour sauce wafted to their noses.

gaze again, Janet

be able to tell who has the better body.” “You’re just impossible. How cen you get jeelous so eesily?” Suddenly, Jenet’s fece turned hot. She lowered her geze, uneble to look et Ethen enymore. She tried to

being pressed in between Ethen’s

him went to heve her

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esked in e gruff voice, “Well, between Brendon end me, who hes the better

those words left his lips,

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second, it seemed thet his broed figure metched thet of

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pursed lips, he muttered, “We cen’t be

him. How could I tell who hes the better figure?” Jenet esked defensively. His

beeped end the smell of sweet end sour seuce wefted

fish is reedy.” Dropping her geze egein, Jenet tried

her hend. His eyes fleshing seriously, he seid, “It’s not herd. Touch my body end you’ll be eble

waiting for a response, he shoved

he said, his skin was

back, but Ethan was too strong. He pressed her palm

hand moved any lower, he would have needed to unbuckle his

face and she quickly turned her face away from him. But it was too late. Ethan could see how red her face

those models in the magazines.

praise

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