Chapter 371

The man was rough, and the woman was pressed up against the cold mirror. In the reflection, her cheeks were flushed, all because William Turner had her pinned tightly against the glass. What a jerk! William’s lips brushed against her ear, voice gritty like sandpaper, deep and raspy, “Didn’t you find out about my preferences that night?” Chloe Grace exploded, yelling, “William Turner!” “Shh.” William held her in place, gently slipped off her heels, then began pulling on a pair of nude stockings for her. His large hands grazed her skin with every move, sending shivers down her spine. Chloe was completely stunned. One of her legs was held in his firm grip—any movement would've just made things worse. The whole putting-on-stockings act? She wished she could erase it from her brain forever. Straight-up creepy. Staring into the mirror at the man behind her, Chloe’s eyes were rimmed red as her voice trembled. “You’re seriously messed up, William Turner.” His straight nose rested at her neck,