Jasper Sheridan wasn't sure if he hadn't seated himself properly or what, but with her push, his body thudded into the chair.
Tanya Dalton was startled and hurriedly tried to hold onto him, but his hand instead pulled her back, causing her to fall with him onto the chair.
Their posture was an overlay.
Tanya lay on top of him, her head resting perfectly on his chest, while Jasper's arm wrapped around her body.
Tanya wasn't really the type of girl to act coy, but this position, even though they were already familiar with each other, was undoubtedly too ambiguous.
The main problem was that Jasper's body was tense and hot like a brand, and Tanya was no naïve teenager. Even if she didn't realize it at first, she could easily guess what it implied after a slight thought.
He could react in such a situation?
Beast!
"Jasper Sheridan, let go of me!" Turning her head, her eyes glanced at his hand encircling her, and she tried to pry it off.
