Chapter 216. Not All Men Can

She tapped her long finger against her lips seductively as she gave him a throaty laugh. She came to lean against his car as Bernard had his window rolled down. She was in a white tank top and white shorts. It was evident that she had no bra on, and her nipples were evidently showing through her white clothing. Bernard kept his eyes firmly on her eyes as she said in her purring voice, Oh, you mean this? You can't tell the difference, right?” Bernard nodded for lack of anything to say as she leaned closer to him and poked out her lips at him to check. “I am quite an artist, not just with my painting but also with many things. You see, my hands are very adept at a lot of things. They can be quite good,” she said, her voice rolling on the word “good” as if she were in the throes.

Bernard blinked as he tried to figure out if she was coming on to him or being an artist. That was just how uninhibited she was. She had switched her expression from seductive siren to innocence so fast, thou