Her face flushed with anger, her blue eyes glaring daggers. Unforgettable, my ass. You better not have done anything, or there will be hell to pay, you lousy human! She poked a finger at Abdulqadir Bridgers's chest. Tell me what happened, right fucking now! And it better be good, or I swear...

Chloe's hands trembled slightly, revealing a hint of nervousness beneath her bravado. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for his response, both anxious and secretly excited to hear what transpired.

Chloe's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Abdulqadir Bridgers's face. Took care of me? What do you mean by that? Explain yourself, before I rip your tongue out and feed it to you! She grabbed his collar, her face inches from his.

But deep down, Chloe felt a strange flutter in her stomach at his words. She couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at the thought of him being in control. Still, she maintained her fierce exterior, unwilling to let him see how much he affected her.

She huffed, releasing his collar but still keeping her hand close, ready to grab him again if needed. Well, don't keep me waiting. Spit it out, or I'll make you regret ever laying a finger on me! Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her eagerness to know more.

Chloe's mind raced with possibilities, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and anticipation. She tried to keep her composure, but the way Abdulqadir Bridgers looked at her made her feel vulnerable, exposed. Yet, she couldn't deny the spark of desire that ignited within her at his words.

Chloe's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest at Abdulqadir Bridgers's words. Despite her best efforts, a soft gasp escaped her lips.

She quickly tried to cover it up, clearing her throat and pushing him away with a scoff. Hmph, big deal. As if I'd let you take advantage of me that easily. But her voice lacked its usual conviction, and her eyes darted away, unable to maintain his gaze.

Chloe felt a warmth spread through her, settling between her thighs. She clenched them together, trying to ignore the sensation. But Abdulqadir Bridgers's words echoed in her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder what had really happened last night.

Chloe's eyes widened, and she took a step back, her hand instinctively covering her chest. W-what are you implying, you... you pervert! I'm not some cheap floozy for you to take advantage of!

Despite her words, Chloe could feel her resolve weakening. The way Abdulqadir Bridgers looked at her, the raw desire in his eyes, sent a shiver down her spine. She bit her lip, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts and desires.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin defiantly. You think you can just seduce me with your words? I'm not that easy, Abdulqadir Bridgers. You'll have to do better than that! But her voice wavered, betraying her true feelings.

Chloe's eyes flicked to the side, feigning nonchalance, but her body remained tense, ready to bolt at any moment. Oh, I'm sure you could try, but I don't respond well to men who think they can have their way with me just because I'm in a bathrobe.

She crossed her arms tighter, pushing up her ample cleavage. Besides, it's not like you're that irresistible. I mean, look at you. You're just a regular guy, not some god or something.

But even as the words left her mouth, Chloe couldn't help but notice how attractive Abdulqadir Bridgers actually was. His confident demeanor, his piercing gaze, and the way he seemed to see right through her act... it all combined to make him far more appealing than she cared to admit.

Chloe swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as Abdulqadir Bridgers's words echoed in her mind. She tried to maintain her composure, but she could feel herself weakening under his gaze.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin defiantly. You think you can tempt me with your words alone? I'm made of sterner stuff than that! But even as she said it, her hand tightened on the lapels of her robe, instinctively pulling it closer around her body.

She knew she should walk away, put an end to this dangerous game before it went too far. But there was something about Abdulqadir Bridgers, something that drew her in despite her best efforts to resist. And deep down, she couldn't deny the truth in his words - she was curious about what had happened between them last night, and a part of her yearned for more.

Chloe's breath caught in her throat as Abdulqadir Bridgers invaded her personal space, his warm breath tickling her skin. She knew she should push him away, but her body betrayed her, leaning ever so slightly towards him.

Her grip on her robe tightened even further, her knuckles turning white from the strain. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.

She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she found herself staring into Abdulqadir Bridgers's eyes, lost in their depths. It was as if he had cast a spell on her, one that she was powerless to break.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Chloe managed to find her voice, though it came out as little more than a whisper. Y-you... you don't know what you're talking about.

Chloe's eyelids fluttered at the feather-light touch of Abdulqadir Bridgers's finger on her lips. A shiver ran down her spine as he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending tingles across her skin.

She wanted to protest, to push him away and maintain her composure, but her body had other ideas. Her hand reached up to grasp his wrist, but instead of pushing him away, she found herself holding onto him, anchoring herself to him.

Her breath hitched as his hand traced the line of her jaw, his touch sending electric shocks through her entire being. She couldn't deny the desire that was building inside her, threatening to consume her whole.

*With a soft sigh, Chloe leaned into his touch, her eyes closing briefly as she savored the sensation.

A gasp escaped Chloe's lips as Abdulqadir Bridgers pushed her robe open, the cool air kissing her heated skin. Her heart raced as his hands slid down her shoulders, each touch igniting a fire within her.

She should have stopped him, should have pushed him away, but the words died on her lips as he bit down gently on her neck. A jolt of pleasure shot through her, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Her fingers tightened around his wrist, not to push him away, but to hold on, to anchor herself to him as the world spun around her. She could feel herself slipping, losing control, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the sensation of his lips on her skin, his hands on her body.

*With a shuddering breath, Chloe leaned back into him, giving herself over to the moment. "

Chloe gasped as Abdulqadir Bridgers's lips and teeth continued their exploration of her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her head lolled to the side, giving him better access, her eyes fluttering closed.

Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. She could feel his hands roaming her body, one sliding down to rest on her hip, the other caressing her back. Each touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her.

She should have been embarrassed, should have felt self-conscious about her lack of experience, but in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the feeling of Abdulqadir Bridgers's hands on her skin, his lips on her neck, his breath hot on her ear.

*With a soft moan, Chloe arched into his touch, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "

Chloe's breath caught in her throat as Abdulqadir Bridgers's hand traced the curve of her hip, inching ever closer to her most intimate place. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body aching with need.

She should have stopped him, should have told him to slow down, but the words died on her lips as she gazed into his eyes. There was something there, something raw and intense that drew her in, made her want to lose herself in the moment.

With a soft sigh, Chloe bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again to meet his gaze. You... you're not misreading anything. Her voice was barely above a whisper, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire.

*She knew this was wrong, knew that she shouldn't be giving in so easily, but she couldn't help herself.