Chapter 256: Men And Women Should Keep A Certain Distance
After returning to the hotel, Yvonne felt sore all over, so she called the hotel reception, asked for some bandages, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower. When she came out, James was standing outside the bathroom. Yvonne was wearing a bath towel, so when she saw him, she was startled. "You...Why did you come in?"
Usually, when she was taking a shower, James was forbidden to enter. And he had always complied with that rule. James’s eyes swept over her body involuntarily, and when he saw her white neck outside the bath towel, he looked away unnaturally. "Your medicine."
He handed a plastic bag to her. Yvonne reached out to take it, glanced inside, and spotted some bandages. Only then did she remember that she had called the reception for them. "Thank you. You can leave now." Yvonne clutched the bath towel. James immediately turned around. When he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Are you feeling okay?"
Yvonne hesitated and said, "My shoulders are all stiff."
"Front or back?" James asked.
Yvonne answered in confusion, "Behind."
"Are you able to reach the sore areas by yourself?"
Yvonne hadn’t thought about it before, so she subconsciously stretched out her hand and had a try, only to find she could not reach the sore place. Seeing her movements, James frowned, "Let me help you."
While speaking, he stepped forward and took the plasters from her hand. Yvonne realized what he was intended to do, so she quickly snapped, "I’m of perfectly capable of doing it myself." She reached out and snatched them back. James’s hand became empty, so he frowned, "Are you afraid that I will take advantage of you?"
He was so blunt, so Yvonne rolled her eyes speechlessly and asked, "Don’t you know men and women should keep a certain distance?" James scoffed, "Aren’t you a doctor? I didn’t expect you to mind this. Don’t you see male patients?" "That...that’s different," Yvonne stuttered.
"What’s the difference? Female doctors can see male patients, but male doctors aren’t allowed to see female patients?" "You’re not a doctor," Yvonne retorted.
"I’m not a doctor, but you are a patient."
Yvonne was at a loss for words for several moments. But she insisted, "I don’t want to argue with you. Anyway, I don’t need your help." James shrugged helplessly and turned to leave. After he got out, Yvonne hurriedly locked the door before taking off the bath towel. She then lay face down on the bed, took out a plaster, stretched out her hand, and tried to plaster it on her shoulder.
But when she tried to stick one on her back, she found she couldn’t reach the place.
She tried again and again until her hands were getting cramped, but she still couldn’t manage it. She was a little upset. If she had known it earlier, she would have agreed when James had offered to help just now. He could only see her back anyway.
However, she had refused. If she turned to him now, she would feel very embarrassed. So, Yvonne decided to endure the pain instead. She put the rest of the plasters aside and lay on the bed. She had several plasters on her body, so the smell of iodine was strong. She even found it pungent when she lay down. She stank!
Although she was a doctor, she had some pet peeves, and she hated this kind of stench the most. Yvonne was tossing and turning on the bed, until finally, she couldn’t endure it any longer. She called the reception and asked them to send her another quilt, and then she went into the bathroom and took another shower to deodorize herself. When she came out, there was a knock on the door.
...
Yvonne thought that it should be the hotel staff sending her the quilt, so she walked over and opened the door. She hadn’t expected that it was James, so she was taken aback, and she just wanted to retreat and close the door. Bit James walked in, holding a quilt in his arms, and his eyes fell on the water droplets on Yvonne’s neck. He frowned, "You took a shower again?"
Yvonne was a little embarrassed by his words. She didn’t want James to know that she took a shower again because she couldn’t stand the smell of the plaster. She faltered, "It’s none of your business." And then she reached out, intending to take the quilt from his hands, but James avoided her hands and said, "Let me carry it in."
Before she could say anything, he walked in. Yvonne remembered that there was still a strong musky scent on the bed, so she wanted to step forward to stop him, but it was too late because he had arrived. "What smell is it?" He sniffed several times.
Yvonne was very embarrassed and snatched the quilt from his hands. She ordered, "Get out." Then she turned around and put the quilt on the bed. James was standing right behind her, and his eyes fell on the plasters on her shoulders. He suddenly realized it was the smell of the plasters.
He also figured out why she wanted to change the quilt and had taken another shower. It turned out to be because of the smell. "Well... Does it still hurt?"
Yvonne was stunned and realized what he was referring to.
"How about I give you a massage?" James suggested. Yvonne was startled. When she saw his eyes fall on her bare shoulders, she subconsciously covered them up with her hands. Seeing her movements, James instantly guessed what she was thinking and scratched his eyebrows unnaturally.
He said, "Don’t get me wrong. Your shoulders hurt because you helped me with the community service. I’m a grateful person, so I want to do you a favor in return."
"No, thanks. It’s too late today," Yvonne said defensively.
James was a little helpless, saying, "Why do you always think nonsense? I have slept in the same room with you for so long. Have I ever taken advantage of you?" Yvonne thought for a while and said, "No, you haven’t. But I have to correct you. We are not sleeping in the same room! You sleep in the living room while I sleep in the bedroom," Yvonne said.
James thought she was very strict with this kind of thing, and he said, "Yes, I sleep in the living room, and you sleep in the bedroom. It’s not the same room. But my point is I am a gentleman. I will never do those despicable things. You can rest assured."
Yvonne also thought he didn’t dare to take advantage of herself. So, she hesitated for a moment and thought his words made sense. After all, she was indeed in pain. If he gave her a massage, the pain would be alleviated a lot. Thinking of this, she said, "Then you can do it. But I have to warn you. If you dare to touch any place you shouldn’t touch, I will castrate you." As she was speaking, she made a gesture of scissors with her hand towards that part of him.
James felt his lower abdomen suddenly tightened, and the scene of her cutting the
durian with a knife suddenly popped into his mind. He subconsciously shivered.
Soon, Yvonne lay face down on the bed.
After James washed his hands in the bathroom, he saw the exquisite and curvy body on the bed. Because she had just taken a shower, the skin on her back looked quite shiny, and under the light, it appeared as smooth as silk. James felt it was very seductive.
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James thought if he didn’t have any feeling at all, he would be a eunuch. He swallowed his saliva, walked over, pressed his fingers on her soft skin, and adjusted his strength before he began to massaged her back. Yvonne closed her eyes and enjoyed it. She had doubted James would be clumsy because he was such a rough man, but at this moment, she found that he was very good at it. The strength was just right, neither too light nor too heavy. "How do you feel?" James asked.
Yvonne gave an "um" as a reply. With Yvonne’s affirmation, James felt even more energetic, massaging her back tirelessly. Yvonne kept lying there, closing her eyes comfortably, and began to let out a few groans unconsciously. However, when the groans reached James’ ears, he instantly became stiff. Even his hands began to shake uncontrollably, and he didn’t know where to put them. The visual, auditory, and tactile impacts made him feel as if the blood of his body began to flow backward.
It was terrible. He was afraid he would jump on her if he continued the massage. James couldn’t take it anymore, so he stopped in a hurry. Because of his sudden pause, Yvonne asked, "Why do you stop?" James didn’t know how to answer, but he was sure if he continued, he would lose control. He cleared his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "It’s getting late. You should go to bed early." Before she could say anything, he hurriedly left the bedroom. He left when Yvonne was feeling comfortable, so she frowned. As expected, men told only lies.
He had just massaged her back for a few minutes, and now he had left. The corners of her mouth twitched, and then she turned around and fell asleep after a while. After James escaped from the bedroom, he immediately ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower. But he couldn’t get that scene out of his mind. Yvonne had a curvy figure and very seductive groans. And the touch of her skin was wonderful. He got a sexual urge again just at the thought of it, and it was killing him.
The more he thought about it, the hornier he felt, but he could only suppress it forcibly. No! He couldn’t think about it anymore, otherwise, he would have to spend the night in the bathroom today. When James got out of the bathroom, the phone rang. It was Christopher. As soon as he picked it up, Christopher asked, "James, how dare you not answer my call!"
James was confused for a while, and then he remembered that when he had been massaging Yvonne just now, the phone had been left outside. He said, "It’s late night now. What’s wrong? Why don’t you and your wife rest yet?" Christopher frowned, "You hung up on my call in the day, so I didn’t have time to ask. Is Miss White with you?"
"Yes." James frowned.
"That’s good. But I have to remind you that Miss White is Janice’s best friend. You must not do anything improper to her to avoid embarrassment in the future," Christopher said. Improper?
Hearing Christopher’s words, James instantly thought of the scene just now. He did have wanted to do some improper things, so he felt a little upset now. James couldn’t help but complain in his heart, "Christopher always put his wife before his buddy."
Since Christopher had got married, friends had become much less important in his heart. After Christopher repeatedly warned him, he hung up the phone and looked at Janice, saying, "Don’t worry, they are fine." "They?" Janice was drinking water when hearing his words. She then looked at him in confusion.
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