Chapter 118 Turner Is Lucy’s Type
Turner Jeane
Brosy and glowing a bit under the dim light. The faint marks from his glasses were still at
chung loose around his collarbone like a dead snake.
His shirt was open a
the perks of his toned ch
vallow, making a sexy little curve on
rose and fell with his breaths.
added this wild
Lucy couldn’t tak
eyes off Tumers Adam’s apple. She got this uncontrollable thrill inside. That thin, delicate neck was just so damn alluring Her fingers started to tremble like they were being pulled by an invisible string
She couldn’t help thinking how ad feel to touch that neck–smooth, cool, and totally captivating. Just the thought made her shiver. Before the knew it, her hand was reaching out, like it was being guided, toward his neck.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch him, his hoarse, slurred voice broke the silence “Who are you?”
Forgot me already? Or is the booze messing with his brain? Lucy’s lips curled into a lazy, teasing smile. Her fingers changed direction mid–air and landed lightly on his jaw, like she was playing with him.
he arched her back a bit, her white shirt clinging to her and showing off the curve of her spine. She raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling mischievously “Oh? Don’t remember me, sir? she teased, all light and playful like she was coaxing a puppy Turner was clearly drunk Everything was blurry and confusing. He missed the hidden meaning in Lucy’s words. Feeling uncomfortable, he swatted her hand away and tried to stand, but he just staggered. His leather shoes screeched against the floor as he stumbled forward, almost face planting
Lucy moved fast, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him. Her fingers stayed there for a second, and she couldn’t help thinking, Dang, those abs are rock hard
Tumer flinched at her sudden grab. He groaned and tried to pull away. He frowned and shook his head hard, trying to clear the fog.
But it was like a bunch of bees were buzzing in his head, and he couldn’t focus. “Go… away, he mumbled, his voice all thick from the booze.
Lucy smirked like she knew something, then let go of him.
Turner felt his body lose support and crashed to the ground with a thud. The impact woke him up a bit and cleared some of the haze.
Lucy stood to the side, looking all amused as she watched Turner struggle on the floor.
But when Turner turned his head, Lucy’s sharp instincts caught a change in his look. His eyes seemed clearer, like the alcohol was wearing off
Her teasing smile disappeared right away. Concern flashed across her face, and she crouched down fast. “Are you okay, sir?” she asked, all worried
Turner fumbled for his glasses and put them on, finally getting a good look at the girl in front of him. Her delicate face was full of concern, her eyes fixed on him like she really cared about him, “it’s you.”
Lucy’s eyes lit up, and she sounded a bit happy. “Sir, you remember mel
Turner frowned, sounding suspicious, “Why are you here?”
Lucy’s cheeks turned a little pink. She lowered her head shyly and said softly, “I… I came to return your umbrella.” Turner finally looked at the umbrella she was holding tight. He studied her like he was trying to see right through her Though Turner was drunk, he wasn’t stupid. After working with Giovani for years, he’d seen all sorts of women try every trick to get close to them. Looking at Lucy now, he started to have his doubts.
“How’d you know I’d be here tonight?” His voice was low and rough, his sharp eyes locked on her like a hawk’s Lucy’s eyes flickered with calculation as she thought, He seems laid–back, but he’s sharper than I thought. This ain’t g be easy‘
But she had an excuse ready. When she looked up, the scheming look was gone, replaced by the innocent, wide–eyed look of a college kid. “I didn’t see you this morning, so I came to the bar hoping to bump into you.”
Turner rummaged through his foggy thoughts Successfully unlocked! er university that morning. He’d been so mad
about the Jackson family mess, he’d forgotten
Realizing that, his suspicions eased, and he nodded. “Got it.” He tried to stand, but his legs were weak. After a few tries, he slumped back down.
“…I’ll help you, Lucy offered quickly.
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Turner glanced at her, noticing how clear her eyes were as she struggled to pull him up. A faint smile tugged at his lips. She really does seem like a simple, innocent girl he thought
Lucy pretended not to see his smile, acting like she was having a hard time helping him up.
Turner was still wobbly, leaning heavily on her. It was obvious he couldn’t drive. “Can you drive?” he asked.
Lucy hesitated a second, and then nodded, “Yeah.”
Turner fished his car keys out of his pocket and handed them to her. “I’ll have to trouble you to take me home tonight” Lucy took the keys, a quick flash of mischief in her eyes. She supported Turner to the car, carefully helping him into the back seat. After closing the door, she turned away, a sly smile on her lips as her plan started to come together Turner slumped in the seat, eyes shut, looking totally wiped out. He mumbled his home address in a daze and then passed out.
Lucy started the car, shifted gears smoothly, and hit the gas. The car sped out of the parking lot, into the bright night of Sancho. Neon lights flickered as they entered the fancy part of the city center,
When they g
got to the place, Lucy helped the super–drunk Turner to his doorstep. After using his fingerprint to unlock the door, they went into the big apartment.
As soon as they were inside, Lucy spotted a surveillance camera in the corner of the living room, its little red light blinking. She frowned a bit but quickly recovered, guiding Turner into the bedroom.
Her eyes darted around the room, checking every corner. Once she was sure there were no cameras, her smile got sharper, like a predator’s. She tossed Turner onto the soft bed, where he lay like a ragdoll, completely at her m
Lucy looked around the bedroom, taking in the details. The room was decorated in soft beige, with dark wood furniture, looking both luxurious and cozy.
Above the bed hung an abstract oil painting, its bright colors full of energy. On either side of the bed were elegant nightstands, with lamps and stuff on them.
Lucy scanned the room one more time, and once she was sure there were no cameras, her eyes got sharp, like a hunter spotting prey.
She walked gracefully to the bedside, looking down at the sleeping Turner. Her lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes glinting with hidden plans. “Sir,” she called softly, her tone a bit probing.
Turmer gave по response.
“Sir, she repeated, louder this time. But Turner didn’t move, just breathed steadily as he slept. Lucy let out a cold laugh–he was really too drunk to notice a thing. It was the perfect time for her to set things up.
With a quick move, she ripped open her blouse. The buttons popped off with a loud clatter, scattering across the bed and floor like little bullets.
Her blouse hung open, showing the straps of her camisole and a bit of skin. She ran her fingers through her hair, messing it up on purpose until some strands framed her face, making her look like a woman in a mess.
a like she was about
Then, she let out a high–pitched scream. “Ah–Sic stop it!” Her voice cracked with desperation, shaking to break down. She hugged herself tightly and ran out of the bedroom, crying.
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