Chapter 152 Bad Intentions
April had retreated to the edge of the window. One more step and she could fall from the third floor. A fall like that could kill or cripple a person.
"Judson, don't come any closer, or I'll scream," she warned.
Right, she could yell. The window was open, and surely someone would hear her if she did.
Seeing her fright, Judson couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"What do you think I'm up to?" he asked.
April noticed his well-built torso and prominent chest muscles as he shed his shirt.
She swallowed. He was certainly attractive, and it made her throat dry, but she had her principles. She wouldn't touch another woman's man. Never.
April bit her lip, "How would I know? I'm not you."
She looked away, refusing to let her gaze linger on his body.
Suddenly, Judson sat on the bed with his back to her.
"I've got this itch on my back; looks like a rash. Can you apply some ointment for me?"
April snapped back to reality, realizing she might have misunderstood.
Approaching him slowly, she saw the ointment near him on the bed.
"Did you get an allergy?" she inquired.
Indeed, his back was covered in rashes that seemed very inflamed. He hadn't shown any discomfort until now, quite the stoic.
"I get this from soaking in hot springs."
Why would he soak if it caused such a reaction?
April noticed the ointment but didn't see any cotton swabs, so she asked, "Where are the cotton swabs, Judson?"
Judson frowned slightly. He'd never intended to provide swabs; he wanted her touch.
"Don't have any. Just use your hands; it's no big deal."
April hesitated for a moment, surprised by his lack of fuss.
She chuckled softly and walked into the bathroom to wash her hands before tending to him.
As she entered the bathroom, larger than her own, with a bathtub resembling a swimming pool, she was astounded.
Indeed, the lavishness was incomparable between the Lowe family and the Nash family.
She washed her hands over the marble sink, gazing at the flushed woman in the mirror. She scowled self-deprecatingly, muttering under her breath, "Eula, cut out the crazy thoughts, and don't you go lusting after him."
After sanitizing her hands, she walked back to Judson's side. Her fingers were chilly, so she rubbed them together until they felt warm enough to start applying the ointment to his affected area, very gently dabbing it on, bit by bit.
But as she reached to treat a spot near his waist, the room spun around Eula, and suddenly, she found herself pinned beneath him on the bed. He silenced her lips with his own; her arms were lifted above her head, and despite her struggling, she couldn't move an inch. When he devoured her lips and his tongue slipped into her mouth, Eula's mind went blank – the only sound she could hear was his increasingly ragged breathing.
Feeling completely out of whack, she realized her behavior was far from normal.
Kissing her fervently, Judson wondered, did she not realize how sensitive that spot on a man could be? Despite being a mother of three, this naive woman seemed to have little experience with romantic encounters.
To Judson, Eula's innocence only added to her allure, tempting him to become her guide in matters she seemed naive about.
