Chapter 5: Leslie Wavered

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The moment the thought popped into my head, I couldn't help but act on it. Leslie's gauzy top hung loose, cut in a V that, with her lying on her side in my arms, framed her cleavage nicely. I slid my hand off her pale skin and, as gently as I could, pinched the neckline between my thumb and forefinger, easing it up. Her ample curves started to come into view, bit by bit. When a blush of pink appeared, Leslie shifted ever so slightly. I jerked my hand back right away. Still, that split-second peek at the tip, no more than a heartbeat, left me stunned. That breathtaking, fleeting glance was enough to knock the wind out of me. Heat rushed to my nose. I thought I was about to get a nosebleed. I was a virgin, after all; my self-control was pathetic. I clapped a hand over my nose, trying to steady myself, when Leslie looped both arms around me. Half asleep, she wriggled into a more comfortable position and kept right on sleeping, breathing softly and evenly. She stirred twice in a row, clearly no longer in a deep sleep. I didn't dare touch her again. She kept burrowing against my chest, and I didn't fall asleep until after midnight. I woke the next morning to a woman's scream. "Aaaaah!" The sound sliced right through my eardrums. I jolted upright. Leslie sat on the bed, furious, jabbing a finger at me. "I knew you weren't a decent guy. I didn't expect you to sneak over in the middle of the night to cop a feel!" I frowned, needing a few seconds to catch up. Damn. She thought I had yanked the covers off her. With that, the picture snapped into place. I hurried to explain. "No. I was on my best behavior all night. Look, I'm still on my side. You kicked the blanket off in your sleep. That wasn't me." Leslie blinked, realizing I hadn't moved while she'd somehow ended up in my arms. She knit her delicate brows, gave my shin a hard kick, and snapped, "Out. I'm getting changed." She was impossible. I swore at her in my head, but there was no point in picking a fight. I stepped out and waited until she finished changing, then went in to put on my own clothes. When I went downstairs, I saw that Sergio Willis was already gone. Leslie ignored me. She pulled out her phone, opened an app, and ordered breakfast delivery for herself. I didn't bring much cash, so I tried, "Did you… order me something too?" "Can't you order your own?" She rolled her eyes. "I'm low on cash. Is there anything in the kitchen? I can cook." "There is," Leslie said without looking up, and crossed her long, pale legs as she sat on the sofa. I opened the fridge to see what we had. There were tomatoes, eggs, and some frozen sweet rice balls. That was about it. Not even any noodles. No wonder she ordered delivery the moment she woke. I was debating whether to boil the rice balls when I found a small bag of flour tucked on the bottom shelf. "Pancakes it is. We've got eggs anyway," I thought. I opened the bag of flour and made two egg crepes, then got ready to eat. Her delivery hadn't arrived yet. Seeing how much I was enjoying mine, she drifted over. "We've got milk-want some?" I didn't expect Leslie to offer me milk. I froze for a second, then said, "Uh, thanks." "That, um… can you make me one too? If my delivery gets here, I can share it with you," she said. I couldn't help but laugh. Come to think of it, last night we'd fussed over contracts and the like. Leslie hadn't been in the mood to finish dinner; she'd stormed off to bed, scowling. Just then, her stomach growled. I didn't make a big deal of it. I got up and flipped more crepes for us. A bit of flour, an egg or two; one pancake took three to five minutes. "Here." I handed her a plate. Leslie gave me a shy little smile and sat across from me to eat. Her soup dumplings arrived halfway through, but she had no room for them. She tucked the box straight into the fridge. Over breakfast, I realized her attitude toward me had softened a notch. After we ate, Leslie said she'd take me to the hospital. She told me to wait out front by the gate while she went to the garage out back to get the car. Only then did I realize she owned a white Maserati sports car, sleek and extravagant. She pulled up beside me and said, "Get in." "Oh." I climbed in, feeling awkward. I'd never ridden in anything this nice. She barely spoke on the way. We went straight to the hospital. Leslie knew people there, so there was no line. She sent me in for a full workup. The results came back: clean bill of health. At that, her face darkened. She looked at me, annoyed. "How are you perfectly fine?" Health wasn't a bad thing, was it? I found it exasperating, but didn't bother arguing. Leslie had already agreed to sleep with me; there was no sense in wasting breath. Still unwilling to give in, she said, "How about I give you $15,000, and we get a fake report saying you're impotent?" She was offering me $15,000 when there was $80,000 on the line-and a gorgeous woman to boot? I turned her down at once. To head off any tricks, I spelled it out gently. "Ms. Leslie, your husband is banking on an heir to help him lock down a bigger share of the company. Even if you kick me out, he'll just find another man to get you pregnant. And the next guy may not be as easy to handle. Can you be sure of that?" "I…" Leslie hesitated. Seeing her waver, I pressed on. "Or your husband might decide to find another woman instead…" "Impossible!" Leslie cut me off sharply. Her face flared red, yet she clenched her small fists and said, "Fine, we'll do it. It's just sleeping with you, right? Let's go home." Perfect. I almost jumped for joy, but I kept my excitement in check and nodded slowly. "All right." Back home, we didn't waste time. Riding the momentum, Leslie headed straight for the shower. "You wash too," she said. "I'm kind of a germaphobe!" "Sure. I'll use the other bathroom. Saves time and we can get the job done sooner," I said with a sheepish chuckle.

Chapter 5: Leslie Wavered

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