Callie was held in his arms, her head resting against the perfect curve of his jaw. His warm breath surrounded her, making her feel safe in this unfamiliar place.
The man’s embrace was always strong, conveying a single message with every move: “I’ve got everything under control.”
There was plenty of food in the storage cabinet. Callie bit her lip, thought for a moment, and stood on tiptoe to reach for something.
“Tomato and egg stir-fry?” she asked, placing it on the white porcelain table.
Nelson grabbed a few more ingredients he planned to use, rinsing them under the water. He playfully patted her on the butt, “Alright, go wait outside. I’ll be quick.”
Callie glared at him, her cheeks turning red. This man… She muttered under her breath, “Pervert.”
She ran out and saw the things he had placed on the table. “Can I look at these?” she asked.
“Sure,” he replied.
It was just a simple resume with Shamar’s ID photo attached. The Oconnor family had good genes; even their ID photos looked good. Callie didn’t find any crucial information and put it back.
She went back and saw Nelson chopping tomatoes. The tall man looked perfectly at home in the kitchen.
Nelson had always been a good cook. He had cooked for her before, though not often.
Now, here in the Oconnor family home… Would people mind if they found out that the eldest son was cooking himself?
Callie pondered for a moment and then returned to his side, skillfully cracking two eggs into a bowl.
Nelson gave her a surprised look and fed her a piece of tomato with chopsticks. “Want to help me out?”
The taste was sweet and sour. Callie’s cheeks puffed up as she chewed. After swallowing, she asked, “Have Shamar seen me before?”
Nelson raised an eyebrow and fed her another piece. “Probably not. The Oconnor family is conservative. He hadn’t interacted with the outside world before college.”
So they had no connection at all.
Living in an ivory tower, not touching anything unfamiliar. It was absurd to be so strict with men as well.
For the first time, she expressed her thoughts about this place, “It’s so old-fashioned.”
“Old-fashioned?” Nelson chuckled softly and tapped her small nose. “Naive.”
His finger slid down to her lips and stopped.
Tomato juice glistened on her lips, as bright as any chemical product. Callie didn’t notice the dangerous look in his eyes. She focused on the remaining tomatoes on the cutting board, quietly reaching out to grab one…
She was caught. Her wrist was seized and twisted behind her back. Cool kisses rained down on her.
They weren’t deep kisses, just light pecks that made Callie laugh and try to burrow into his chest to escape. “Hey? I’m hungry.”
That was her first mistake.
She meant she was hungry for food, but as soon as the words left her mouth, a deep kiss ensued. He tightly entwined with her, marking every inch of her with his presence.
He tasted it-sweet and sour.
He laughed, the vibrations in his chest making Callie’s heart race.
As things progressed beyond control, Nelson clearly had no intention of stopping. He lifted her and placed her on the sofa outside.
It was noon, and the sun was blazing.
Callie hadn’t expected Nelson to be so bold here…
She wanted to refuse but was silenced by his eyes filled with endless desire: “Didn’t you say you were hungry?”