Chapter 321
Nina Pryor had already changed. Aubree gazed at her with envy. Nina’s figure was very alluring. Years of rigorous training had sculpted her toned midsection until the rectus abdominis was well–defined. Her long, shapely legs were enough to make anyone’s mouth water. There wasn’t an ounce of extra fat on her athletic frame.
“Envious?” Nina shot Aubree a teasing look.
Aubree nodded so hard that she resembled a bobble–head doll. “Can I touch them?”
Nina chuckled and then grabbed Aubree’s hand and pressed it against her abs. “Go ahead”
“But I bet Mr. Turner’s abs are even more impressive than mine,” she added with a playful wink. She was clearly teasing Aubree.
Aubree’s ears reddened slightly though she tried to play it cool. “Guess I’ll find out tonight.”
Nina burst out laughing. “Alright, you go get changed. I’m heading to the pool first.”
Once Nina had left, Aubree finally began to put on her swimsuit.
Aubree hadn’t given much thought to the swimsuit she had brought. But after witnessing Nina’s stunning physique in her swimsuit, she suddenly felt her own swimwear was embarrassingly immature.
Aubree looked at herself and sighed deeply. Truly, one should start nurturing certain body parts from an early age.
The outdoor hot spring pool lay beneath the darkened night sky, and the suspended lanterns cast a warm glow that perfectly complemented the serene surroundings. The paths were paved with cobblestones, and wisps of white steam curled into the cool night air from the gently bubbling springs.
After soaking in the pool for a while, Nina felt thirsty. She put on a bathrobe and went out to get two bottles of water. As she turned a corner, a hand suddenly shot out from the side, seized her arm in a vice–like grip, and yanked her into the shadows.
Her robe slipped off, and Nina instinctively lashed out with a swift kick.
The assailant’s body felt very warm, and his hands grabbed her thigh expertly. “It’s me…”
“Mark King! Are you nuts? You think it’s fun to frighten people?” Nina snapped.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, the tension in Nina’s body eased. Without ceremony, she yanked her arm free and shoved her elbow hard into Mark’s chest in retaliation.
Mark grunted in pain but refused to yield. His hand was still maintaining a firm grip on Nina’s thigh. It was clear he had no intention of letting go.
It only belatedly dawned on Nina just how compromising her situation appeared. She was pinned against the door by Mark with one leg still firmly held in his hands. She was only wearing her swimsuit, and her body was pressed against his… It could give rise to misunderstandings.
The room was pitch black, but with her good night vision, she could clearly make out those cold, dark eyes glinting with a dangerously captivating light in the shadows.
Mark’s hands, calloused from years of handling guns, slowly caressed Nina’s thigh. Nina bit down hard on her lower lip. If it had been anyone else, she would have lashed out already. But this was Mark. Her body instinctively responded to his touch in spite of herself.
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“Are you done?” Nina asked in a deliberately stern voice, but a tinge of coyness could be detected,
Mark finally released her and reached out to turn on the room light. He knew Nina’s bathrobe had slipped off during their tussle. But now, seeing her body in its full glory, his eyes nearly popped out despite being mentally prepared. He swallowed hard a few times.
Nina was highly amused. She playfully hooked a finger into Mark’s belt and pulled him closer. The gesture loosened his robe, revealing a broad expanse of taut, well–defined muscles from her vantage point.
“Mr. King, true to your military background, your physique puts all those gymn rats to shame.” She even gave a cheeky wolf whistle.
Mark lowered his head. “Be my girlfriend, and you can see this every day.”
Nina raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know when to give up, do you?
“My answer is still the same. Casual dating is fine, but becoming your girlfriend is out of the question,” Nina said. Truth be told, though she had always turned Mark down over the years, she had to admit that he was in a league of his own among all the men she had ever met, in terms of physique and stamina.
