NOVEL NEXT Chapter 95: Follow her Lead
A car pulled up in front of Yohan, and the window rolled down to reveal Helen. She was still in her police uniform, the badge catching a glint of the evening sunlight as she studied him.
"So you actually did call?" she said, her tone unreadable.
Yohan shifted under her gaze, unsure if she was mocking him or testing him.
Helen tapped her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, then leaned closer.
"Well, don't just stand there. Get in."
He opened the passenger door and slid inside, the faint smell of leather and her perfume mixing with the sharp scent of coffee lingering in the air.
she turned to him with that same curious look from before, as if she hadn't quite decided what to make of him yet.
"So…" she let the word hang as the engine hummed beneath them, "where are we going?"
"Anywhere is fine, as long as we get something to eat." he said,
He reasoned that this woman was a deputy inspector, not only that, she was also older than him with a few years. There was no way she'd want to be seen in public with someone as young as him, so he figured he would just follow her lead.
She agreed without hesitation, "Okay."
Yohan blinked. For a second, he thought he misheard her. She didn't even stop to weigh it, she just said okay.
As she shifted the car into gear, he found himself studying her profile, the sharp edges of her uniform still pressed from a long day on duty. Why was she even going along with him? Was it curiosity? Pity? Or was she actually interested in him?
The thought nagged at him, but before he could puzzle it out, the car eased into motion, the city lights spilling across her face. It was calm and unreadable, making it difficult for Yohan to know what was going on in her head.
He expected her to take him to some restaurant, but instead they ended up in front of a high rise apartment building,
"Come on," she said subtly, as she stepped out.
He froze with his hand still on the door handle. 'She's inviting me home with her?' His eyes widened, a rush of disbelief running through him as he reasoned what this implied.
He climbed out slowly, following her toward the building. She didn't look back as she led the way, confident, casual, like bringing a stranger home was the most natural thing in the world.
By the time they reached the elevator, Yohan wasn't sure if his hunger was for food anymore.
The top button of her shirt was now undone, revealing just the faintest glimpse of smooth skin and the edge of a black lace bra. It wasn't obvious enough to seem intentional, but it was enough to snag Yohan's attention like a hook.
His eyes lingered before he could stop himself, tracing the hollow of her collarbone, the subtle rise and fall of her chest with every breath she took. The sight made his pulse kick harder, heat crawling up the back of his neck.
She led him to her apartment and unlocked the door.
Inside, the place opened up into a wide, modern space with sleek furniture, polished floors, and warm lighting that softened the sharp edges of glass and steel. It looked more like something out of a lifestyle magazine than a cop's home.
"Wow," Yohan muttered, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them. "I didn't know cops earned this much."
Helen set her keys down on the counter, her lips curving faintly as if she'd been expecting the comment.
"It used to belong to my husband," she said lightly. "I got it during the divorce."
'She's divorced' Yohan couldn't help but celebrate in his heart hearing that good news,
'This means she's definitely thinking what I'm thinking' he smirked.
"You said you were hungry, right? I've ordered some food. I'll go have my bath, we can do it once I finish," Helen said as she slipped toward the hallway, her voice calm, almost casual.
Yohan sat frozen in the living room, her words replaying in his head. 'Do it?' His mind stumbled over the meaning, the possibilities. Were they actually going to have sex?
His pulse quickened.
'That has to be it… but who could have thought she'd be so direct?' He grinned to himself, nerves and excitement colliding.
'Maybe she's just that kind of woman. Yeah… a woman of her status probably knows exactly what she wants and doesn't waste time joking around'
"I should probably also get ready," he muttered under his breath, his hands already tugging at his shirt. Excitement buzzed through him as he peeled the fabric over his head, then reached for his belt with shaky fingers.
The apartment was quiet except for the faint sound of running water down the hall, a steady reminder that she was just a few steps away. Every second made the anticipation swell and so did his cock.
Finally, she called out to him, "Yohan, you can come inside now."
Yohan got to his feet, every step toward her room charged with nervous anticipation. His heart hammered against his chest as his mind painted a thousand fantasies of the night of bliss waiting just beyond that door.
When he entered, Helen was stretched out on her stomach, a towel draped snugly around her body. Her damp hair spilled across the pillow, and her head was turned away so she didn't see him enter.
"You can take off the towel and begin," she said, her voice calm. "Did you bring your own oil, or will I have to provide?"
Yohan blinked, frozen in place. "What?"
She turned her head slightly, one eyebrow arching. "For the massage."
The words hit him like a bucket of cold water. His mouth fell open, every thought he'd built up crashing down in an instant.
"A… massage?" he echoed dumbly, his half-dressed state suddenly feeling ridiculous.
"Yes, isn't that why…" she turned around and sat up to see Yohan completely naked with only his boxers on.