"Take off your clothes. I want to see your body."
As soon as Cedrick heard that, his entire body stiffened. The reddish complexion from the intense sparring quickly turned pale, and his eyes widened at Lola.
She wanted... him to strip?
A part of him felt like his hope was being ripped apart. He felt like laughing, thinking how he had managed to fall for the same trick. However, looking at Lola's face, he lowered his head and swallowed the tension building in his throat.
At least… she's… she's a woman. Maybe, I can…
"Relax, I need to see your improvement—that's all," she remarked indifferently, cocking her head to one side. "You've been taking acting lessons and studying Ryker's role, so you should know by now that he's a walking thirst trap."
Cedrick's mouth parted, now seeing the indifference in her white contact lenses. She wasn't looking at him the same way he'd been looked at behind closed doors in the entertainment industry.
