The bath towel was pulled apart, the woman's flawlessly white body appeared under David Redington's deep blue eyes.
Leslie Howard was really infuriated by this man.
She had read through the script once, only marking the key points, intending to contemplate them a few more times after showering, while leaning against the bed.
Well, now she wouldn't be reading the script... David, you're so annoying.
With slightly calloused long fingers, he pinched Leslie Howard's chin, pulling back her wandering thoughts.
"What are you thinking, not even focused when with me, hmm?" the man's slightly complaining, even somewhat aggrieved voice sounded by Leslie Howard's ear.
He pressed closer, his tall and imposing figure engulfing her.
"Thinking of how to kick you out!" Leslie Howard, unabashedly bit his broad shoulder.
This man is infuriating, he'd promised to focus on his Twitter, and tonight he'd obediently sleep on his own without disturbing her.
But what happened?
