“You damn fool, you’re a man, I’m the one at a disadvantage here, how can I not be nervous?” Callie shouted, her neck turning red.
“I’ve seen you before,” Nelson chuckled. “There’s nothing worth committing a crime over.”
“You!” Callie pointed at him for a long time but couldn’t find the words. She then looked down at her chest. “I… I have a good figure, don’t look down on me.”
Nelson didn’t respond and turned to enter the walk-in closet.
Callie grew more anxious, hugging her chest and shouting, “I won’t give in, don’t think you can make me compromise.”
After half a minute, Nelson returned with a black tie in his hand. “You have two choices: one, I cover my eyes; two, you don’t bathe.”
Callie was surprised. Covering his eyes was acceptable. “But… but you can still touch me.”
Nelson scoffed. “Bathe if you want.”
“Wait…” Callie hesitated. She hadn’t bathed for a day and felt uncomfortable. “I’ll bathe.”
To be safe, she tested the thickness of the tie to ensure it was opaque before allowing Nelson into the bathroom.
As her clothes fell away under the light, her fair skin seemed to glow, her figure tall and full.
She cautiously observed Nelson, who showed no expression. With the tie covering his eyes, he appeared even more serious.
“When will Bianca leave…” Callie stepped into the bathtub, sighing as the warm water enveloped her.
Nelson raised his hand to support her. “Probably when your arm is fully healed.”
“Then you’ll have to bathe me every day,” Callie exclaimed.
“You think I enjoy bathing you?” Nelson said irritably as he wet her hair and applied shampoo.
Despite living together, they used different shampoos. Callie liked this scent and closed her eyes to enjoy the massage. “Mr. Oconnor, if you ever stop being an executor, you could become a masseur.”
Nelson laughed in exasperation. This woman always took advantage of situations. “Say one more word, and I’ll break your other arm too, for good measure.”
Callie wasn’t afraid and smiled. “Then you’d have to bathe me twice as much. I wouldn’t lose out.”
“Quite good at self-consolation,” Nelson said softly. “If I take off the tie now, you’d be at a real disadvantage.”
Instantly, there was silence. Callie shut her mouth and didn’t dare say another word.
After washing her hair, she handled what she could reach with her other hand. For areas she couldn’t reach, she directed Nelson without any overstepping. However, the sound of body wash being applied to her skin made her blush deeply.
Nelson, meanwhile, was wiping her ankle without any change in expression.
Suddenly inspired, Callie splashed some water from the bathtub onto him with her other foot. “Mr. Oconnor, I’ve heard that rich people have unique preferences in that area. Do you?”
Nelson grabbed her moving foot, now wet.
“What area?”
Callie froze. “You know… bedroom matters.”
“What kind of preferences?”
Callie tried to pull back her foot but couldn’t move it. He was pretending not to understand.
“Well… high-status men often like bondage games…” She watched Nelson’s face closely as she emphasized the sensitive words.
Nelson released her foot, now mostly wet. “No.”
“So abstinent…” she muttered. “But you don’t seem like someone who messes around.”