Chapter 70: Intimacy in the bathroom
In the washroom, Bella splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm her racing heart. The nerve of Theodore! She felt a mix of frustration and embarrassment.
She muttered a curse under her breath. "So brazen! Doesn’t he realize I’m with my boss? Why is he flirting with me? Pervert!"
She scrubbed her hands with unnecessary vigor, glaring at her flushed reflection in the mirror. Her mind flickered back to the previous night—the images of Theodore and Willow holding hands and looking at each other affectionately flashed in her mind. Her mouth contorted disdainfully.
"He clearly fancies Willow," she muttered. "Then why the intimacy here?"
The thought of Theodore playing both sides, her and Willow, churned her stomach. She decided she would keep her distance from him.
"Moving in with him? Absolutely not!" she hissed, her resolve hardening.
The sudden click of the restroom door sent her head snapping around. Theodore stood there, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.
"What are you...?" her question died unfinished as he lunged forward, his hand clamping over her mouth.
"Shh! Don’t shout," he warned her in a hushed tone.
Bella’s eyes widened in outrage. She struggled against his hold, a muffled "Mmm!" escaping her constricted lips.