“No. Absolutely not,” she said, pulling her foot away from my lap. “The foot massage is over.” I blinked, still crouched on the floor. “What? Why? You were just—” “Because you couldn’t behave for even a minute!” she cut in, sitting up straighter and clutching the teddy bear like a shield. “I see exactly where this is going, Tarzan. I’m not a naive teenager. I’m a thirty-one-year-old woman.” I grinned, not even trying to hide it. “I said I’d behave.” “You said that with the same mouth that kissed my foot without permission,” she replied softly, her voice laced with warning. “Your definition of ‘behaving’ is clearly broken.” I placed a hand over my chest. “Lena, you can trust me. I am a perfect gentleman.” She didn't say another word. Instead, she tucked both legs underneath her on the bed, safely out of reach. Ouch. “What’s going on? We had a deal, remember?” “The deal is cancelled,” she replied strictly. “Cancelled?” I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the ed
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