Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 63

Hearing all this, a playful smile still lingered on Seraphina's lips, "Mr. Reynolds, you really don’t beat around the bush, do you?"

As a journalist, she had dealt with tons of investigative cases over the years, and that had honed her risk assessment skills to a T. She had a sharp sense for danger of all sorts and was usually ready to roll with the punches or save her own hide before things went south.

However, ever since she returned to Sunburst City, especially when dealing with Leandro, her spidey senses seemed to go on the fritz.

Like now. She had not seen this coming when she decided to drop by.

Leandro's gaze was fixed on Seraphina.

The warm orange light from the lamp cast a gentle hue on her black dress, giving it a toasty appearance. Beneath it, her long, elegant legs were positioned gracefully together. Her stunning smile held steady, but there was a brief pause in her gaze.

Sensing Leandro's intense stare, Seraphina swiftly regained her composure and nonchalantly perched on the couch.

Leandro's eyes, as unfathomable as ever, carried a different nuance now. His gaze had always been frosty in the past, revealing no emotion. But at this moment, under the soft lamp light, he observed her like a predatory lion, blatantly assessing his prey.

Seraphina was fully aware that Leandro was a man who stayed true to his word.

She glanced at the door seemingly casually. It was half-open, just as it was when she came in. It hadn't been closed.

For a moment, Seraphina had a mental image of herself bolting out of the door, but immediately dismissed the idea. The door was open because Leandro couldn’t be bothered to close it. Whether it was open or closed wouldn’t affect his plans or mood for the night.

In a flash, dozens of possible responses went through Seraphina’s mind, but none of them stuck. Finally, she took a deep breath, looked at Leandro and asked, "Why?"

While Leandro did have a physical reaction to her, he had made it clear he had no interest in sleeping with her. So, what was up with his current behavior?

"Make the best of what you have." Leandro said.

Hearing this, Seraphina almost laughed, "What?"

Leandro casually flicked the ash off his cigarette, his voice low and slow, "Since you don't give a damn about life and death, why waste this body?"

Hearing this, Seraphina finally burst out laughing, "So, Mr. Reynolds, you fancy my body, huh? Should I express my feelings too?"

"Does it matter?" Leandro asked.

Seraphina shrugged, "I know you don’t give a hoot about my consent, Mr. Reynolds, but I would still like to say, I’m not down for it. Period."

Leandro stubbed out his cigarette, slowly leaned in, his lips almost touching Seraphina's.

"Show me how much you don't want to."

Unexpectedly, Seraphina laughed. She hooked her arm around Leandro's neck and leaned into him, clearly not resisting.

Leandro settled back onto the couch, and she sat on his lap.

"I'm not a fool. I know you're gonna make a move tonight, Mr. Reynolds. Resisting would just be asking for trouble." Seraphina began unbuckling his belt, "So, why not loosen up and enjoy the ride?"

She unbuckled Leandro's belt and unzipped his pants.

Just as her hand was about to reach in, Leandro suddenly held her waist tightly. The next moment, he carried her upstairs.

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The second floor was Leandro's bedroom.