At that moment, Jenna Irving's mind wasn't on being intimate with Ryan Osborne at all. Her eyes were fixed on a couple walking closer outside the window.
The man was desperately trying to pull the woman away, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she pressed her face against the window.
Jenna Irving gasped. Thankfully, Ryan Osborne was lying on top of her, covering everything that ought to be covered.
She quickly hid her face beneath Ryan Osborne's body. 'I'm screwed, I'm so screwed. This is mortifying.'
But Ryan Osborne's face was stern. His hand squeezed a sensitive spot of hers punishingly. "Focus! Moan louder."
"Ah—!" After one final, muffled cry from the two of them, the man collapsed on top of her.
"What the hell are you screaming for? These windows are one-way. You can see out, but no one can see in."
"So, that couple didn't see anything?"
"Obviously not."
"Thank god." Jenna Irving sighed in relief, a smile touching her lips. It was just a false alarm.
