Chapter 3

The moment the first act ended, my old man impatiently called me.

"See? I told you my Chloe is a good girl! She even begged you to save me!"

In the room where my dad was staying, I had installed a massive projector that streamed everything happening at my house in real-time.

So, the second I walked into my room, he was already trying to prove himself.

"What's the rush? This is only the beginning."

*Knock, knock, knock.*

A rhythmic knocking sounded at my door. I quickly hung up on my dad.

I opened the door to find Chloe.

She had clearly just showered. She was wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, her skin glistening with a faint, warm mist of water.

I took a step back to keep my distance.

"Miss Bennett, what are you doing?"

She really couldn't wait. It was her very first night here, and she was already pulling this stunt.

Chloe bit her lower lip, looking incredibly embarrassed.

"Mr. Sterling, the water heater seems to be broken. Could you come and check it for me?"

"I... I already put body wash on, and I haven't rinsed it off yet."

She lowered her head, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of the towel.

Only then did I notice a few small bubbles of soap still clinging to her skin.

I didn't know what kind of body wash she used, but it had a subtle, pleasant scent that made people feel relaxed.

I didn't refuse. For me, the faster she moved, the faster I'd get the results I wanted.

I walked into her bathroom and turned the shower handle. Sure enough, there was no water.

She slowly leaned in close to me, pretending to inspect the faucet together. In reality, she was quietly pressing her body against mine.

"Is it bad, Mr. Sterling? Can you tell what's wrong?"

Her lips were incredibly close to my ear as she whispered.

I pretended to be clueless, frowning as I examined the showerhead.

"Everything looks fine. That's strange."

Since she had sabotaged the water heater to make it fail, I was going to let it stay broken tonight.

"Oh no... What should I do then?"

She looked troubled, her eyes darting toward me suggestively.

I knew she was waiting for me to offer an alternative, but I refused to take the bait.

Finally, Chloe couldn't help herself.

"Mr. Sterling, could I use the shower in your room?"

"Just for a quick minute. Please?"

She pleaded softly, her voice dripping with sweetness.

I nodded in agreement. However, I went to sit on the living room sofa instead of going back into my bedroom.

When Chloe finally took her time coming out, I completely ignored her purposefully exposed, fair legs. I stood up and said,

"Done? I'm going to sleep."

She had no choice but to step aside and let me pass.