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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?"

was waiting to enjoy himself, and

"Oh."

She kneeled on the floor, rolled up her sleeves, and ruffled the water to wash

it

skin was so

bouncy and textured and

a long time to realize that it wasn't dirty at all. He was clean as

with no dirt. I don't feel the need to rub

blew on her

with a wet finger, then complained dotingly, "You're trying to

really! You're really

her little pink face

full of water, it soaked the cloth

glance at

Good!

front was

bra

clung to her breasts, and her deep cleavage was surprisingly clear

and moved his body in

in his body had

a bubble suddenly came out high

looked very impatient, "Rub the front,

"Okay."

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

and pouted, then probed her hands onto Timothy's pecs and

and glanced faintly at

her little mouth was red and

was scratching his skin with her

as if she was tickling his heart

trailed off,

preoccupied with her job as a back scrubber to think much about it. Since he told her

had a nosebleed when she

must have been to get his abs so toned that she kept thinking of erotic

"Down ...."

tensed his lower abdomen and

Rylee and gradually narrowed

while her breasts just

his body was

thinking about rubbing down and getting

lower abdomen,

in the bubble and she could only reach down his

felt a very hard object, which was so thick that she

tensed and he

"Oh, it's ..."

dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly realized what was

Oh, God!

was so...

her own hands, she realized that the real size

out of the bubble, but Timothy gripped her

was so close to

gently curled up in a wry smile, while his eyes were so deep and captivating that they seemed to suck her in, "You did that

... I

air at Rylee's lips a few millimeters apart, "Aren't

it's not! You're the one who asked me to give you a back rub. I'm

but I didn't tell you to hold it. How did you get a grip where you shouldn't

Rylee was just speechless.

to abducting her into a