Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 134: Sweet Liar

Justin nodded and stepped into the bathroom as Natalie let him in.

Inside the confined space, she felt a wave of hesitation wash over her. Should I have done this outside instead?

"Turn around," she heard him say.

She looked at him. His gaze was calm and steady, like still water. Without saying a word, she turned around, allowing him to stand behind her and looked at him through the large mirror over the washbasin counter.

Just as his hands reached for the zipper, she moved forward slightly and said, "Maybe... close your eyes when you unzip it."

She didn’t want him to see her exposed back.

"How am I supposed to see what’s wrong with the zipper if I close my eyes?"

He had a point. She glanced at him through the mirror, her nervousness visible on her face. Seeing her expression, Justin spoke again, "Turn around."

She hesitated, offering him a questioning look through the mirror. "What do you mean?"

"You don’t want me to see your exposed back directly, right? So, turn around and face me," he explained.

Still unsure of what he intended, she slowly turned around to face him. Justin took a step closer, positioning himself directly in front of her. Her back was now turned to the mirror, so he could see it without looking at her body directly.

step back as he

she asked softly,

long, but they have their limits when it comes to reaching tricky spots," he said as

sighed but then observed her

eye and even warned others like a boss, but now acting here like a scaredy cat?’ He wondered, wanting to see this side

move past the counter now," he remarked, his gaze lingering

to do?"

the zipper. But if you want me to do

against her. "I only asked you to help with my stuck

you added conditions, even for such a simple thing. Close my eyes? Then you’d complain if my hands happened to slip and touch you somewhere else. How do you expect me to untangle

for words. He

leaving no room for argument

closer to her, his hands wrapped around her and then moved to the zippee as he looked at the back of

mirror, should not be an

sharp breath, and her senses were instantly filled with his enticing scent—a mix of woods, mint, and a subtle hint of coffee. She swallowed hard, only her eyes visible over his strong shoulder, focussed on the door of the bathroom behind him, as if contemplating to

why did things suddenly feel so... intimate? If she had just turned her back to him, he could

asked for this. It’s my

of her back as he tried to pull the stuck zipper

still focused on the zipper. His lips were so close

of clothes too?" she retorted, her voice