Chapter 142
Vivian Bennett's defenses were on the verge of complete collapse.
"Mr. Sullivan... please..."
Her voice trembled, pleading with a sob.
The man's scorching breath fanned against her neck.
The next second, he brutally captured her lips.
Vivian struggled in vain.
Every resistance was effortlessly subdued by him.
She had already resigned herself to fate.
She thought she was destined to succumb to his demands this morning.
But Liam Sullivan suddenly released her.
He turned and walked into the bathroom.
The sound of rushing water came from inside.
A full half hour later, he emerged, enveloped in steam.
"Just wait until you're better. I'll deal with you then."
His gaze burned. His voice was dangerously hoarse.
Vivian glanced up inadvertently.
Her eyes instantly met his sharply defined abs.
Water droplets fell from his hair.
They traced a path down his taut jawline.
Journeying all the way to his solid chest...
"Ah!"
She cried out in shock.
This man had come out completely naked.
Did he have no shame?
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
She hurriedly closed her eyes, her ears burning red.
Liam stepped closer.
The mattress dipped slightly under his weight.
"Does your house have any of my clothes?"
He pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.
Vivian shook her head blankly. "No."
Liam picked up his phone and ordered an assistant to deliver clothes.
A brief silence fell over the room.
Vivian looked down, nervously twisting her fingers.
She had almost let him have his way again.
After last night, the relationship between them had grown even more ambiguous.
This morning, they had nearly crossed the final line.
Her cheeks flushed. She stole a glance at him.
She happened to meet his deep, intense gaze.
Vivian quickly averted her face. "Maybe... wear mine for now?"
Liam glanced at the pajamas she offered.
"Would they even fit me?"
Vivian froze.
He had a point.
His broad shoulders and narrow waist.
He would never fit into her pajamas.
The size difference was simply too great.
But letting him remain completely naked.
Was utterly disconcerting.
She hurriedly fetched a towel and handed it to him.
"At least wrap this around yourself?"
Liam instead pulled her firmly into his embrace.
"Aren't you also not wearing anything?"
Vivian's heart skipped a beat.
Her blood ran cold.
"I'll go put something on right now!"
She flustered, trying to break free.
Liam gently kissed her burning earlobe.
"It's better without."
Vivian shook her head vehemently.
"I absolutely refuse!"
She didn't have his thick skin.
Besides, she had just gotten over her fever.
What if she caught another chill?
She definitely didn't want to be held by him all night again.
Vivian grabbed her clothes and rushed into the bathroom.
Warm water cascaded over her body.
She let out a long, relieved sigh.