Forbidden Passion

Phoebe placed his phone and wallet on the table. She sat in a corner of the sofa and started scrolling through Facebook on her phone. After a while, the sound of running water from the bathroom stopped.

Phoebe instinctively looked up. The bathroom door opened slightly from the inside, and Theodore emerged with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Crystal-clear water droplets rolled down his body and into the towel.

The door was only slightly ajar, seemingly to check if anyone was outside. When their eyes met, he said calmly, "You're here. Come in and help me with something."

Phoebe was a bit puzzled. "Me?"

"The paint is stuck on the back of my neck, and I can't wash it off. Can you help me clean it?" Theodore noticed her wary expression. "Relax, this is your place. If I try anything, you can scream for help."

Phoebe's gaze swept over Theodore's firm chest, and she spoke calmly, "Turn around, let me see if it's clean."

Theodore obediently turned his back to Phoebe.

His hair was wet, clumped together with paint, and dripping water. The back of his neck was red, with red paint even behind his ears, clearly not washed off.

Phoebe pursed her lips, stood up, and walked over. Theodore pushed the bathroom door open and walked straight in, the room filled with steam.

She looked inside; it was just a simple shower. She moved a plastic stool over and had him sit under the showerhead.

Theodore sat on the stool, his long legs stretched out on the floor. The towel slid off his thighs to the sides. Phoebe glanced quickly and then looked away.

Standing behind him, she rolled up her sleeves and glanced at the paint on the back of his neck. It looked hard to clean.

She scratched it with her fingernail. Theodore's body tensed, and his breathing became heavy. He asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

Phoebe looked at the paint on her fingernail, frowning even more. "The paint isn't dry yet. Scrubbing it off is difficult. Should I get a hairdryer to dry it first and then scrub it off piece by piece?"

As she said this, Phoebe cursed Vanessa in her mind.

If that bucket of paint had been poured on Phoebe, her hair would have been ruined.

Theodore felt a bit agitated. Phoebe's scratch had given him a strange sense of pleasure.

"You... you do what you think is best." Theodore licked his dry lips, his nerves on edge. He shouldn't have asked Phoebe to help him. This was torture, not help.

Phoebe turned and went out, finding a hairdryer in the lounge. She brought it back to the bathroom and saw Theodore sitting there. She said, "There's no outlet over there. Come sit here."

Theodore opened his eyes and glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her face for a few seconds. He obediently moved the stool over and sat with his back to Phoebe.

She turned on the hairdryer and blew on the back of his neck. The smell of paint was pungent, but mixed with his scent, it wasn't so unbearable.noveldrama

Phoebe blew cold air for a while, then pressed the paint with her hand. It dried quickly, like a scab.

Theodore felt a cool breeze, and then her fingers touched the back of his neck. His muscles tensed again. He made small talk, "What did you say to her earlier?"

Phoebe leaned against the sink, casually blowing with the hairdryer. "Nothing much. We never have much to say to each other."

Theodore tilted his head slightly towards her. "Are you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Phoebe stared at the red paint on his neck. "You took all the paint. If anyone should be angry, it's you."

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Theodore suddenly turned around and tickled Phoebe's waist. "I saved you, and this is how you repay me, huh?"

Phoebe didn't expect him to act so suddenly. She was ticklish and quickly backed away, but Theodore grabbed her waist. "Hey, this is my company. Stop messing around."

The employees were working overtime. What would they think if they heard them playing around in the lounge?

Theodore saw Phoebe trying to hold back her laughter, her cheeks flushed. His eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help but smile. "So, are you going to admit you were wrong?"

Phoebe couldn't bring herself to say she was wrong, but Theodore had her pinned against the sink, his hands moving around her waist. She was almost too ticklish to stand.

"You're so annoying. I'm not helping you anymore." Phoebe pouted, her voice tinged with laughter, showing she wasn't really mad at him.

Theodore smirked at her. "Say you were wrong, and I'll let you go."

Phoebe couldn't escape his annoying hands. Laughter spilled from her lips, and she couldn't help but plead, "I was wrong. Please let me go."

Theodore had only meant to tease her, but hearing her plead so softly stirred a desire deep within him.

He stopped moving, but his grip on her waist tightened.

Theodore lowered his eyes, staring at Phoebe with a hint of affection.

Phoebe felt the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Her heart raced as Theodore slowly

leaned in. She quickly grabbed the hairdryer and blew it at him.

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Theodore tilted his head back to avoid it. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Phoebe handed the hairdryer to Theodore. "It should be Lawton. I'll get the door."

She quickly slipped out of the bathroom and ran to open the door.

Lawton saw Phoebe open the door, noticing the suspicious blush on her cheeks. His eyes flickered.

"Ms. Ziegler, am I interrupting something?"

"No, Mr. Reynolds is waiting for you. Go on in." Phoebe said, squeezing past him and walking away without looking back.

Lawton touched his nose. Phoebe moved so fast he didn't even have time to hand her the clothes. He cautiously walked in.

Hearing noise from the bathroom, he moved to the door and saw Theodore blowing the paint on his neck in the mirror. He awkwardly said, "Mr. Reynolds, the clothes are here."

Theodore glanced at him and asked nonchalantly, "Did she leave?"

"Yes."

"Leave the clothes and wait outside." Theodore turned his head slightly, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He touched his face and suddenly asked, "Lawton, am I losing my charm?"

Lawton hung the bag on a hook, startled by Theodore's question. He stammered, "N- no, sir. You're very charming. If I were a woman, I'd fall for you too." Theodore replied, "You don't need to fall for me. I don't think I could handle that."