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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?"

his eyes, looking like he was waiting to enjoy himself, and mused, "From the top

"Oh."

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

it

Mr. Wheeler's skin was so fair and

was bouncy and textured and comfortable to

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

dirt. I don't feel the need to rub it

blew on

Rylee's head with a wet finger, then

really! You're really

and her little

against the bathtub and because it was full of water, it soaked the cloth

glance

Good!

was all

her bra

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

and moved

in his body

bubble suddenly came out high

impatient, "Rub the front,

"Okay."

upset. It seemed

took a deep breath and pouted, then probed her

his eyes and glanced faintly at

and her little mouth was red and she was blowing sweet, hot air into his

his skin

was as if she was tickling his heart

off, "Down a

think much about it. Since he told

had a nosebleed when she touched his

abs so toned that

"Down ...."

his lower abdomen and

and

while her breasts just trembled with her

felt his body was

about rubbing down and getting her job done as soon

lower abdomen, Rylee continued

the bubble and she could

hard object, which was so thick that she couldn't even clutch it in

whole body suddenly tensed and

"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,

Oh, God!

was

it, she thought it was shocking enough, but now, touching it with her own hands, she realized that the real size to touch

hand out of the bubble, but Timothy gripped her

handsome face was

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

no ... I

was almost touching Rylee's. He exhaled hot air at Rylee's lips a few millimeters apart, "Aren't you satisfied with seeing it

the one who asked me to give

to rub it, but I didn't tell you to hold

Rylee was just speechless.

abducting her into a