The sensation made my waist tingle uncontrollably, and I couldn't help but clamp my legs together. His hand kept moving, slowly traveling upward…
I could see that as he moved up, my gender was about to be exposed.
A cold sweat broke out on me, and I was trembling slightly.
He paused, his movements stopping abruptly.
"Why so nervous? It's not like I'm a woman or anything," he said casually.
The mention of "woman" made my heart skip a beat. But his tone was so nonchalant; it was as if we were just discussing dinner options at the office—there was no hint of anything unusual in his demeanor.
I tried to reason with him. "Mr. Johansson, I'm sorry. Please, just..."
Before I could finish, I felt a chill at my waist as my soft belly was exposed. Owen's hand was warm as he rubbed my midriff, then he suddenly burst into laughter. "You need to work on this, you know."
I quickly grabbed the blanket, pushing him away with a hint of disdain. "Work? Work on what? By the time I get it right, you'll be long gone."
Fortunately, we managed to get through the day without too much trouble.