She glanced at his face, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, his eyes fixated on her with a burning intensity.
"Get out!" she realized that he was becoming increasingly inappropriate!
"Are you going to take it off or not?" The man completely ignored her, stepping forward to grab her shoulders, his large hands reaching over.
Crossley Gibson backed away, dodging his hands, frowning as she said, "Can't you come in after I've finished showering?"
There was a hint of pleading in her tone, her brows tightly knitted, but the man wouldn't relent. His strong arms blocked her, and in a flash, he stripped her clothes off.
"Ah!" Crossley Gibson was in a daze, and by the time she snapped out of it, the man had also undressed and was carrying her directly into the shower.
As soon as they stepped into the shower, Crossley frantically tried to push him out, struggling violently, as if they were in a battle.
