Chapter 1272: Bath (2)_1

"Honey..." His voice was soft and tender, and his breath seemed to carry a faint sweetness.

Emma barely had a chance to plant her feet on the ground before Robert Thomson's firm, flat chest drew close to her. And, she noticed, he was dangerously pressing his body against her back, like a starving baby seeking its mother's embrace.

"Robert..." Her heart seemed to be tickled by a tiny kitten's claws; feeling warm, itching, and just as she was about to turn around, Robert's wet hand emerged from the water, steadying her head, not allowing her to face him.

"Honey, it's been a long time since we've been together..." He opened his mouth, his voice low and husky, like a pot of perfectly brewed black coffee, full of an irresistible masculine aroma.

Such a voice, such an environment, such an atmosphere... Under normal circumstances, no one could refuse Robert Thomson's advances.

However, Emma could actually refuse.