Eric Ferguson rolled his wheelchair to the bathroom.
Since he injured his leg, he wore baggy pants so that it was not difficult to take off. However, after some thought, he still put on his pajama pants.
After all, he could not do anything at the moment, so h e should not go too far.
If Nicole was frightened by him, she might run away i n a fit of anger.
Eric surveyed his bare upper body with satisfaction. His chest was strong and lean, with well-defined lines. His sculpted muscles on the back and abs moved gently with breathing. His usual cold vibes were replaced with charisma.
Toto’s reminder came to Eric's mind. "Mr. Ferguson, your body and face are simply amazing! No woman will be able to resist your appeal, so during the bath, you don't have to say anything. Just let Ms. Stanton indulge and enjoy her view. If she's a little shy, it means that it's a success!"
Eric was a little doubtful, but he would give it a shot.
A few minutes later, he heard the sound of someone opening the bedroom door.
Eric recollected his expression and opened his eyes to check himself out in the mirror. He casually tousled his hair so that it looked naturally messy.
The sound of footsteps stopped outside the bathroom.
"Knock, knock, knock-"
Someone knocked on the bathroom door.
Somehow, Eric felt a little nervous.
"Nicole, I'm inside, just come straight in.”
Eric took a deep breath, made himself look extremely calm, closed his eyes, and told himself, "Don’t be nervous!"
Toto's reminder came to mind again. "Just close your eyes and let Ms. Stanton enjoy your body..."
Soon, water pattered against the side of the bathtub.
Nicole turned on the tap to get the water to the right temperature. Her movements were gentle and soft as she covered his leg with a towel to avoid water splashing on it.
Eric's eyes were still closed, but his breathing became unconsciously rapid.
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