Chapter 138 Judson's Devious Game
Eula's hands flew to her chest in alarm. "What do you think you're doing?" Her gaze darted warily at him as she took a few steps back.
Could he really be coercing her into a sexual relationship just because she had dragged him into playing the role of a father to those kids?
Judson arched an eyebrow, "What's this get-up?"
Despite her impressive figure, she had opted for a modest one-piece swimsuit. He had lured her here, to his territory; it was about time she changed into something more to his liking.
Eula averted her eyes. "It's a swimsuit! Isn't it obvious?"
Was he blind? How could anyone not recognize a swimsuit?
Judson sensed her nervousness, which tempted him to tease her further. But with the three children outside, what could he possibly do? The slightest peep from her, and those kids would burst in without a second thought.
He sure didn't want to set a bad example, so his eyes gleamed with a sardonic amusement.
"Got a tear in your suit, trying to give someone a show?"
That remark left Eula with her mouth agape.
"Huh? Where?"
She hastily shrugged off the robe and started inspecting herself. Judson had her turn around, then with a precise pinch at the back of her swimsuit he tugged at the fabric. He knew it was a weak spot, bound to rip with just a bit of force.
"Right here," he said, pressing his finger into the torn fabric, the soft sensation tingling up to his brain. He narrowed his eyes discreetly, maintaining a stoic expression.
"See it now?"
Eula's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as reality hit her. "Judson, thank you! I need to go buy a new swimsuit."
As she spoke, she reached for her robe to slip it back on. Judson smirked faintly, gesturing towards the bed.
"There's a new one here. It'll be added to your room bill. Feel free to wear it."
After speaking, Judson turned and left the room, feeling a sudden urge for a cigarette. Instinctively reaching for one, he remembered his pack and lighter were outside.
Eula glanced at the swimsuit laid out on the bed, pausing for a moment.
"Judson, I'll transfer you the money for the clothes."
She quickly closed and locked the door behind her, then made her way back to the bed, eyeing the swimsuit laid out on it. A bikini with a halter neck design and just a few straps for the bottoms.
This was far too revealing, wasn't it?
Frozen, she contemplated the situation. With her full figure, he wondered if the bikini would fit properly.
After a moment of hesitation, Eula bit the bullet. This was the kids’ first time at such a place, and she didn't want to disappoint them with her absence. Besides, since they were here, she might as well join in on the fun.
With that thought, she shrugged off the last of her reservations. Judson had seen his fair share of gorgeous women; what made her think she'd be anything special in his eyes?
She slipped into that bikini, which left little to the imagination, yet thankfully covered all the essentials. Standing in front of the mirror, she had to admit she kind of resembled one of those models you’d see on the beach.
Taking a deep breath, Eula always had confidence in her looks and figure. So, putting on her robe, she stepped out of the room to find the yard empty of bodyguards, with Myles nowhere in sight.
Judson was keeping the three kids entertained, his sons enjoying a high waterslide while little Angie splashed around in an inflatable yellow duck right beside him. Her sweet giggles filled the air, "Mr. Nash, it's so much fun here, Angie loves the water."
