Watt Bennet was working on his laptop in the living room.
Summer Sutton glanced at him, lightly twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers, and slowly walked towards him.
She paced around him deliberately, circling again and again.
Watt's face remained slightly lowered, showing no reaction.
Unwilling to back down, Summer took a few steps towards him and plopped down beside him.
She had just finished her bath, leaving a very faint fragrance; sitting close, Summer's body was touching Watt's.
Watt could clearly smell the scent on her.
His typing speed seemed to slow down a bit.
Summer pretended not to notice, leaning her back against him, and even in front of him, began applying body lotion.
She lifted her slender neck gently, lotioning her neck, then her arms, and finally her legs.
In his peripheral vision, Watt glanced in her direction.
From his angle, he could perfectly see Summer's profile, her exquisite face, elegant swan neck, and the alluring curve of her chest…
