"Put me down!"
"Are you listening?"
"Put me downnnn!"
As Alexis kept screaming and wiggling, she felt quite powerless against his strength.
How can it be possible that he is a chef and yet so strong?
Aren't chefs supposed to be a bit on the obese side by testing their own foods while cooking?
The logic was weird, she knew. But right now, she couldn't think of something else as her breasts pressed on his shoulder blade while her tummy could feel his chest muscles.
What's wrong with her? Why does her body react differently when he is around?
"Are you not going to put me down?" This time her question sounded more like a request because she knew fighting against this man won't bring her any fruitful result.
