Bab 66: Choice

Elle felt as though her face had been set on fire. Must he make her choose like this? No! The question was, why was he even making her choose in the first place?!! If he wanted to do it, he could decide on it himself to use either of the options that he had listed out. How embarrassing!

"Answer me, Izabelle. And quickly. Or this bath will keep being dragged on." He uttered with a silken wicked voice.

"I… I don't think… Umm, what I mean is… there is no need for you to… wash me… there." She somehow managed to speak even with so many pauses in between. The embarrassment of this situation was just truly too much for her to bear. How could she let him wash her down there?! Oh lord, that was just… too… just too…