Chapter 12 Entering the Wrong Room
"Anyway, you don't need it, and this nightgown fits me perfectly," Rose said and flipped her hair.
"If you like picking up other people's discarded clothes, Miss Morris, you really have great taste," Jessica said, turning around and leaving. She felt disgusted when staying in that room for even a moment longer.
The hallway upstairs was silent, with only her light footsteps echoing in the space.
Jessica walked to the door at the end of the hallway.
She opened the door and saw James!
Water droplets slid down James's muscular chest, all the way down, disappearing into the towel and outlining his tantalizing muscles.
Jessica froze on the spot, her cheeks instantly burning.
She hurriedly averted her gaze, not daring to look at James again.
"You're not dressed yet?" Jessica's voice was so low that even she could barely hear it.
James raised an eyebrow, his deep eyes seeming to see right through Jessica's thoughts.
"Who let you in?" he said, a playful smirk curling at his lips as he stepped closer to Jessica.
Jessica instinctively backed away until her back was against the cold wall, with nowhere else to go.
"I didn't mean to. I didn't know you were showering," Jessica explained frantically, her heart pounding.
Jessica then realized she had entered the wrong room. Or rather, she hadn't expected that since Rose came here, James would still be sleeping in the guest room instead of the main bedroom.
James looked at Jessica's flustered expression, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"You didn't mean to?" He said in a deep voice. "Then what are you doing in my room so late at night?"
Jessica's tears finally fell uncontrollably, the crystal-clear drops sliding down her cheeks and splashing onto James's hand.
"I didn't," she choked out, her voice trembling, "I just picked the wrong room."
James looked at Jessica's tear-streaked face, feeling even more irritated.
He hated women crying, especially the helpless tears of someone like Jessica, which annoyed him even more.
"You picked the wrong room?" James sneered, suddenly pulling Jessica closer until their bodies were almost touching. "Are you sure you're not trying to get my attention this way?"
Jessica's heart pounded wildly. She could clearly feel the heat emanating from James's body and the faint scent of his body wash.
That scent was exactly the same as the one she had smelled in that man's arms that night.
The memory of that night suddenly flashed through Jessica's mind, and her cheeks burned even more.
"I am not," Jessica shook her head frantically, wanting to explain but not knowing what to say.
James looked at Jessica's panicked expression, feeling even more inexplicably irritated.
He grabbed the back side of her head and kissed her lips.
His kiss was domineering and forceful, with a hint of punishment, as if he wanted to devour Jessica.
Jessica's eyes widened, and she was completely caught off guard.
She wanted to struggle, but James was too strong, and she couldn't move at all.
His kiss had a faint taste of tobacco, just like that night, making her sink into it.
Jessica wondered, 'Are all men the same?'
Jessica's body gradually softened, no longer struggling, and instead began to respond to James's kiss.
She didn't know what was happening to her. She knew she should push him away, but her body was uncontrollably drawn to him.
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