The bite at the beginning was indeed very hard, and more than half a month later, the wound on the arm in front of him is still covered with a layer of scabs.
Under the pale yellow light beside the tennis court, Carmen Kath looked down at the bite mark on Eric's arm, but suddenly an inexplicable thought came to her mind, and the bite was crooked. When this thought came up, she immediately felt a little guilty, and the guilt in her heart became stronger.
How can I think about these things.
Carefully glanced to the side, fortunately, he wasn't staring at himself, so he was relieved.
Withdrawing her gaze, she lightly touched the scab with her slender fingers. After hesitating for a while, she looked at his side face and whispered: "The scar should be curable."
"I don't plan to treat it anymore," Eric smiled and shook his head, and said, "I remember someone said that a real man should have several scars on his body."
According to her temperament, if someone else said that, she would definitely retort, being bitten out by a woman, is it very promising
However, at this moment, hearing what he said, she suddenly felt flustered.
If he doesn't get rid of the scar on his arm, then it will be difficult for her to get rid of this kind of involvement with him.
Can't help but recall all these days again.
From Gisele Bundchen bullying herself, to the encounter at the Long Island racecourse, to the subsequent twists and turns and the kidnapping of her mother during Paris Fashion Week.
Although before today, the two had only met each other very briefly, and it was definitely a very embarrassing encounter. However, she felt that this man suddenly completely invaded her life, like the air everywhere. Even, she had unknowingly developed an indescribable dependence on him. When she heard the news that her mother had been kidnapped, the first thing she thought of was the figure who had been bitten severely by herself.
Anyone who knew her thought she was too stubborn.
Only she herself knows that she has never been a strong girl. Since her parents divorced since she was a child and her social environment was unstable, she lived in an atmosphere of insecurity since she was a child.
Girls in the fashion industry have less habit of saving money than most Westerners. Some girls who are greedy for pleasure can’t wait to overdraw their salary in the next few years. Ridicule is a miser.
Since that day, though, the deep-rooted insecurities that had built up from an early age had rarely bothered her.
perhaps.
It seems that it is not bad to not get rid of this kind of involvement with him.
After staying like this for a while, he realized that he was still holding the man's arm, and he didn't seem to have any intention of taking it back. After hesitating for a while, she carefully wrapped up the bandage that she had just untied, and helped him to untie the sleeve, but she didn't make any further movements, intending to let him put his arm across her knee.
However, after she finished tidying up her sleeves, the man took his arms back.
"By the way, although pretty girls don't eat, you must be hungry, right?"
She nodded subconsciously.
However, he suddenly remembered this extremely familiar sentence.
What the little girl named Emma said: "Papa said pretty girls don't eat."
dad? !
She had a very good impression of Emma and felt that Emma's dad must be a very interesting person, and then she attacked Eric Williams and felt very guilty about possibly affecting the family.
But at this moment, she suddenly straightened out some things.
It turned out that he was the one he had always found very interesting.
only.
Dad, daughter, dad, daughter.
Although these days, because of her attention to him, she has also seen gossip news that he already has a child.
But after confirming it at this time, the mood is inevitably a little more complicated.
Well, although I feel that I may not have this qualification.
However, she did have some taste.
Eric didn't know what she was thinking, so he stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go eat something, I'm a little hungry too."
She stood up mechanically and followed Eric to the villa.
Leaving the tennis court and walking on the corridor of the manor, she hesitated for a while, but couldn't help asking: "Emma, is that your daughter?"
"Yeah." Eric didn't know why she suddenly asked this, but nodded and said: "However, to be precise, it should be the adopted daughter. By the way, next time you see Emma, you still have to formally apologize to her. You terrified her last time."
She hummed.
My mind suddenly relaxed again.
Although there are still a few small shadows in the impression of that racecourse.
However, because of a certain ostrich mentality, she didn't intend to ask any more questions.
Follow him into the Shell Villa on the edge of the cliff, it is really big, like a palace.
However, when two people walked inside, it was still late at night, so it inevitably seemed a little empty, even deserted.
But he seemed to enjoy this feeling very much, so she quickly adapted to this atmosphere.
Following him to the kitchen, the two prepared a simple supper by themselves, and she helped awkwardly by the side. Of course she can do housework, but, out of a woman's instinct, she feels that she should be more clumsy.
After finishing supper, she didn't go to the restaurant again, she sat down at the small bar in the corner of the kitchen with two plates in her hand, and watched the man share a glass of warmed milk for herself, she quickly picked it up, and said Taking a sip, he noticed the smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and immediately felt a little embarrassed.
There was a faint warmth in my heart.
Eric simply cleaned up the kitchen utensils, sat down next to the girl, picked up a piece of bread and spread jam, and actively searched for topics: "What have you been up to lately?"
Carmen Keith shook her head: "Fashion Week has just ended, everyone is resting, but Paul is helping me negotiate an endorsement."
"Well, I just lived in Los Angeles for a while, I will go to New York for Easter, and I will take you back with me then."
Although he had been prepared for a long time, he didn't even resist psychologically.
However, after hearing what Eric said, Carmen Kess's face still turned slightly red, hiding her eyes and not daring to look at the side.
Eric said again: "Paul is talking about endorsement for you, let me see if I can help?"
"A perfume from Dior has basically been discussed."
"Oh, which series?"
"It's a new line," Carmen Keith said. "They say it's called 'True Me.'"
Eric nodded, but suddenly remembered something, looked up at the girl next to him for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "What a coincidence."
The former Dior True Me, the more well-known spokesperson is Charlize Theron.
But when Carmen Keith reminded him like this, Eric remembered a very gorgeous poster of the Dior Real Me Golden Goddess. Although after so many years, the memories brought by the previous life have been somewhat distorted, but after a careful comparison, the poster Isn't the girl next to him Carmen Kath. If her guess is correct, she is likely to be Dior True Me's first spokesperson.
Carmen Kess naturally couldn't see Eric's mind, but looked over suspiciously.
"Hey, ask Paul to send a copy of Dior Real Me's information tomorrow," Eric said with a smile without explaining, "Let me help you as a consultant. Speaking of which, I am actually a very good director of commercials. "
Although she didn't understand why he suddenly became interested, Carmen Keith nodded.
After supper, it was already one o'clock in the morning.
After packing up the tableware and leaving the kitchen, the atmosphere inevitably became charming again.
Feeling the ever-accelerating heartbeat, Carmen Kath obediently followed Eric to the luxurious circular bedroom at the highest point of Shell Villa. The man prepared some makeshift toiletries for her and pushed her into the bathroom.
I don't know how long it took before she came out of the bathroom, wearing a big bathrobe, and the hair that had just been washed was completely dry.
Eric was leaning against the head of the bed, flipping through an unknown book, when he saw her come out, he patted the side.
So he walked over, lifted the quilt, and climbed onto the big bed carefully. After hesitating for a while, he took off the bathrobe on his body, revealing his slender body wearing a close-fitting bra and panties, and quietly got under the quilt.
Eric watched her movements, smiled, put down the book in his hand, turned off the light in the bedroom, and lay down too.
The sudden darkness made her feel a little more relaxed, but feeling the movement of the man beside her, her body was still slightly tense.
A hand stretched out, wrapped her arms around her waist, and embraced her to the other side, then leaned gently against the man's strength until her back was pressed against the man's chest.
"Go to sleep, you have to get up early for work tomorrow, men are really miserable."
The two leaned together, and she found that she didn't feel disgusted with the breath of the man behind her at all, and even secretly sniffed to distinguish the fragrance of the shower gel emanating from his body.
Hearing him say that again, my body couldn't help but relax.
But, after a while, that hand dishonestly unscrewed her bra.
Thinking that he was going to do something bad after all, she curled her lips lightly, but she didn't resist, and couldn't help raising her hand to help.
It felt like he threw the BRA out and then nothing happened.
Of course, there was no movement, that hand took the place of BRA.
After a while, the man didn't make any further movements, and her slightly short breathing calmed down again.
I just couldn't help but have some thoughts.
Will he be too small
As if seeing her thoughts, a man's voice rang in his ears: "Stop thinking about it, go to sleep."
Even in the dark, her face was still flushed red.
Biting her lips, perhaps to cover up her guilty conscience just now, she said with a little dissatisfaction in her tone, "Your hand?"
So the hand moved down a little understandingly.
It must be too small.
She wrinkled her nose, inexplicably having such an idea.
The man behind him quickly said softly again: "You are too thin."
She paused for a moment, then argued in a low voice, "If you get fat, you won't be able to find a job."
"Well," the man patted her waist soothingly with his hand, and said, "It will definitely not happen in the future."
Hearing this sentence, she was stunned for a while, with a feeling of peace in her heart.
So he took the initiative to reach out and gently pressed the back of the man's hand on his waist.
The big hand didn't seem to be used to this passive posture, so it quickly turned over, and the two hands switched positions, covering her small hand in the palm of it.
Feeling the warmth of the man's palm, she hooked the corners of her mouth, completely relaxed, and fell asleep without knowing it.