NovelEnglishAngela felt shy taking a shower in his bathroom for sreason. The air was filled with his scent, and she felt hotter with every passing moment. She felt lucky that she never had sex with Dexter.
She didn’t mind it back when she was in love with him, but she was thankful that Dexter kept refusing because she would have had sex with someone who was just using her.
According to Dexter, he wanted to save sex for marriage. She thought he must really love her to keep his urges under check. However, now she thought he must be hiding something from her. Maybe he has STDs. Thank god | didn’t have sex with him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAngela washed her hair. She loved being clean, so she bathed and washed her hair almost every day. She cout all changed, and her hair was covered in her towel. Her face was pink from the steam, highlighting her beauty. Her wet hair only made her face look smaller, and her features more striking, “Do you have a hair dryer?” she asked Richard.
Richard frowned. It's already midnight. Did she have to wash her hair at this hour? “No!” he answered curtly.
“So who has one?” Angela kept asking.
“We don’t have hair dryers here,” Richard said, sounding annoyed.
Angela’s mind was blown. What? How can | dry my hair without a hair dryer? It’s late, and | don’t have the sun to help me! My hair's gonna smell if | don’t dry it. “Please, can you geta hair dryer? Please?” She sat down beside him and looked at him with an unspoken plea in her eyes.
Richard could smell her scent the moment she approached him, and he held his breath and moved to the side.
Angela froze for a few moments. D-Do | smell? He looks disgusted. She raised her arm and smelled herself. | smell like body wash. | made sure | cleaned myself. “Please, Mr. Lloyd.
| can’t go to bed with wet hair. I'm going to wake up with a headache. You don’t want that to happen, do you? It'll be trouble,” she kept persuading.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRichard closed the book and looked at her. He chided, “You wouldn't have washed your head if you just thought about it a little.” What? | couldn’t have known you guys don’t have any hair dryers. That's not my fault. She looked down, frustrated and speechless.
Richard put his book down and left his room.
Angela blinked. She had a feeling he was getting a hair dryer for her. She liked staying in his room compared to her little coop. She picked a few books from his bookshelf while he was gone.
Wow, he reads complex books. Math, physics, philosophy, and even psychology? He has everything. Never thought he’d love books.
| thought he liked weapons more. Angela read one of the books to pass the time. Eventually, Richard cback with a hair dryer, much to her delight. “Thanks, Mr. Lloyd.” Richard handed it to her and went back to his book, while Angela went into the bathroom to dry her hair. It felt great.
After she cout from the bathroom, she asked, “So where did you get this?” She was smiling.
“I borrowed it,” Richard said.
Angela’s smile froze. At this hour? Did he ask a lady for this? Must have been awkward for him. “Thanks.” She put the hair dryer down. “Can you getone next time?” Richard looked up. Angela’s fluffy and slightly messy hair tumbled down to her waist. It covered her face, and she looked like a girl who was about to make out with her boyfriend. Things were starting to get a little hot for a certain someone.
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