Chapter 5 Please Behave Yourself

As realization dawned on her, Nicole flushed with embarrassment. She could feel her cheeks burning and her heart beating madly.

"Why don't you continue?" The deep and hoarse came from above her head.

Damon looked at the woman. Her soft hair was partly hiding the side of her face, but he could still see the tip of her ear. It had turned red. He chuckled silently to himself.

"Will you please pull the zip down?" Nicole timidly asked after an hesitant pause.

Damon was about to pull the zip down when Nicole gasped and gripped his hand. "Don't move!"

Her hair had become tangled into a knot in his zipper, painfully pulling her scalp. She didn't dare to move for fear of ripping it off.

Her hand was pressing his. He felt an odd feeling stir in the pit of his stomach.

Darin handed her a pair of scissors.

Nicole understood immediately. She would have to sacrifice her beautiful hair to be set free.

The sharp scissors gleaming under the light gave Darin second thoughts. Was he right to entrust her with such a delicate mission? He shivered and cranked his neck.

Nicole's hands were trembling.

Maybe she was scared by the intense gaze coming from above her head.

She carefully ran the silver scissors through her hair, bumping against the zipper. She cut her hair off, freeing her head.

Before she could let out a sigh of relief, she was lifted up.

Damon pinched her chin.

His rough fingers stroked the soft flesh of her jaw and forced her to look into his deep black eyes.

"Did you do that on purpose?"

The intensity Nicole discovered in his eyes shocked her. They were burning a hole through her soul. Her chest was heaving and she lowered her gaze. "Sir, please behave yourself!"

Damon frowned.

'She doesn't know me? Or is she pretending not to know me?'

"You dare ask me to behave myself?" He snickered. How could she have the nerve? "How about how you behave yourself? Your head was between my legs as soon as you got into the car."

"I..." Nicole's ears were bright red. "I'm sorry!"

"Words mean nothing. You will have to find another way of apologizing to me."

His mouth was so close to her face that she could feel his breath on her cheek. He gently stroked her ear, feeling its warmth with great interest.

Nicole shivered under his touch.

Her strapless wedding dress was outlining her curvaceous figure and clinging to her wet body. Her breath became choppy and she almost gasped for air.

"You are a sensitive little thing, aren't you?"

"Sir, please don't be like this," begged Nicole. She was pressed against the car door, as if she was a house lizard climbing the wall.

"Like what?"

Damon's interest in her only grew more intense. She hadn't been so shy three years ago. Such a timid expression had never graced her face before, but this reaction made him want to tease her more. He held her chin between his fingers and gently stroked her soft jaw.

Darin gripped the steering wheel with both hands and threw an anxious glance in the rearview mirror. He did not know what to do.

'Should I raise up the partition to give my boss some privacy?

Should I? Or not?'

A panicked yell cut his hesitation short.

"Let go of me!"

Nicole raised her hand and was about to slap Damon.

Damon did not move. The slap thundered in the silent car.

They were all stunned for a moment.

Nicole looked at her fingers as if they belonged to someone else.

She hadn't expected that he wouldn't dodge.

Five fingerprints appeared on Damon's pale skin.

He stared at Nicole for a few seconds, then loosened his grip and leaned back in the seat. She couldn't see his face in the darkness of the car.