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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?"

to enjoy himself, and

"Oh."

the floor, rolled up her sleeves, and ruffled the water

it in

skin was

bouncy and textured and

hard, and it took her a long time to realize that

I don't feel the need to rub

on her

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

You're really

and her little

of water, it soaked the cloth on her breasts, but she was

glance at

Good!

was all

her bra was

clothes clung to her breasts, and her deep

and

in his body

a bubble suddenly came out high above the water and didn't think

looked very impatient, "Rub the

"Okay."

and found him looking surprisingly upset. It seemed she had upset him by not

deep breath and pouted, then probed her hands onto Timothy's pecs and rubbed them

his eyes and glanced faintly at the

and her little mouth was red and she was blowing sweet, hot

was scratching his skin with her

she was tickling

trailed off, "Down a

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

when

must have been to get his abs so toned that she

"Down ...."

abdomen

and gradually narrowed his

arms while her breasts just

felt his body was on

rubbing down and getting her job done as soon as

his lower abdomen, Rylee continued

and she could only

so thick that she couldn't even clutch it in

body suddenly tensed and he drew a deep, hard

"Oh, it's ..."

at Timothy's face with her big, pure eyes. She was dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, squealed, and

Oh, God!

penis... was so...

shocking enough, but now, touching it with her own hands, she realized that

tried to pull her hand out of the bubble, but

face was so close to

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

... I ..." Rylee

a few millimeters apart, "Aren't

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

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

Rylee was just speechless.

abducting her into