She wore only a thin T-shirt and tight jeans, while the man's suit jacket had long since relaxed, leaving just a thin layer of shirt at his chest.
She could clearly feel the solidness of the man's pectoral muscles pressing against her chest, able to sense his warmth even through the fabric.
With his hands on her forearms, Will spoke with a smile on his face.
"I knew it, this is your trickery!"
When the man spoke, his breath, laden with the scent of alcohol, hit her face, and that sensation...
She felt inexplicably flustered.
"Get off me!"
Why would Will listen? If he let go, she'd surely start making trouble again, so it was better for him to keep her pinned down.
"Hey..." Feeling his breath brush against her face over and over, Jessica was so angry she almost clenched her teeth to breaking. Trying to sound fierce but softening her tone instead, "Fine, I'll agree to your terms; if you let go, I won't run. You can finish your speech, okay?"
