Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 19: Mr. Blackwood

The kind of voice that would tempt someone to their bones, if it were any other man, he would have thrown Claire Shaw onto the bed for a rough tumble.

Claire’s fingers were about to pull down the tie around his waist, yet Ethan Blackwood’s pupils remained calm, with no signs of being moved.

Could it be that she had lost her allure?

But not long ago, she merely twisted her waist and the man...

Claire looped her arms around his neck, deliberately rubbing against Ethan Blackwood.

The mischievous hand was suddenly caught by the man, Ethan Blackwood’s smile lingered at the corner of his lips, "So, is this what Ms. Shaw meant by having fun?"

His profound smile felt like a bucket of cold water being poured over her, Claire stammered, her mouth agape, "Then, what else can I do, should I perform a backflip for you?"

It was Ethan who had taught her on such matters; he was her guide in the exploration.

Seeing her bewildered expression, Ethan found her extremely adorable, bending down to plant a small kiss on her face, "Ms. Shaw is so cute, with so many tricks yet to be discovered. If you let me off too easily, wouldn’t I be at a disadvantage?"

Claire blinked her clear eyes, looking like an eager good student, "Tricks?"

"Have you watched those kinds of films?"

Claire’s face flushed heavily; although her mother frequently instilled in her the idea of clinging to men, she never taught her the intimate acts step by step.

Before she met Ethan Blackwood, she used to think she was apathetic; how could she have had such encounters?

"No..."

In all aspects an excellent student, she was unexpectedly dismissed by Ethan, lowering her head, she fiddled with Ethan’s robe tie—twisting her fingers around, releasing, and twisting again, repeatedly.

She quietly said, "Then teach me, how should I do it?"

On one hand, she was genuinely curious, about how much could be spun from that act?

On the other hand, she felt a unilateral break might make her seem heartless, and if she angered this gentleman, he might give her complaints in the teacher assessments, ruining Claire’s career.

Logically and emotionally, Claire felt she should ensure post-sales service, make every effort to satisfy his needs one last time.

Ethan curved his finger, "Do you really want to learn?"

Claire lifted her head to meet his gaze, "I learn things quickly."

Ethan chuckled, "Actually, the feeling and atmosphere are important in doing things like this, don’t you think meeting at a hotel every time loses its charm after a while?"

Claire nodded thoughtfully, "I understand, you want novelty."

Ethan patted her head, "As expected, you’re an outstanding student, learns quickly."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Ms. Shaw, when it comes to going to bed, apart from technique, what matters is the essence of fun, whether it’s changing clothes, or changing places, or even..."

Mr. Blackwood’s class commenced.

Claire listened intently to Ethan’s words, so much so that she was almost taking notes.

"Hmm, hmm, even what?"

Ethan’s fingertips traced her collarbone, igniting sparks.

"Being intimate in unique locations can enhance two people’s interest, it’s an experience never found in the monotonous hotel settings, Ms. Shaw, want to try with me?"

His voice carried the temptation of a devil, as though dragging Claire into a dark abyss.

Claire’s heart was in a bit of a turmoil, Ethan’s words left her uncertain yet intrigued.

"If I just follow your methods, satisfy you, can we end our relationship?"

"Yes."

"I agree, but don’t go overboard." Claire felt anxious and unsure of what Ethan had in mind, where he would choose the location.

Ethan’s eyes flickered with a gleam of success as he leaned closer to her ear, "Dress nicely tomorrow night, I’ll pick you up after work."

"What about tonight?"

Ethan gently tapped her lips, "The grand meal is best savored slowly."

Claire was tickled by his teasing, yet they did nothing, she didn’t stay overnight, and Ethan escorted her home.

Outside her apartment building, Claire politely bid him farewell.

The man beckoned to her with a finger, Claire leaned over, "What?"

In the bustling street, Ethan pinched her chin and kissed her.

Claire’s eyes widened!

To know that this was outside, she’d never been so unrestrained.

The man was assertive and domineering in his demands, and she could only clutch his shoulders feebly, feeling both tense and somewhat peculiar inside.

It wasn’t until her legs could barely stand that the man released her. Upon meeting her still unsatisfied gaze, he gave a sly smile and asked, "Ms. Shaw, do you like it?"

Claire Shaw blushed furiously, and before she could retort, the man gently patted her hand, "Tomorrow night, I’ll make you more comfortable."

After Ethan Blackwood left, Claire felt as if a little kitten was clawing at her heart; his words left her inexplicably looking forward to the next day.

Early the next morning, Claire uncharacteristically found a black dress in her wardrobe, very short, with detachable black straps on the shoulders.

Anyway, she had to change into work uniform, but this set was for a certain someone to see her in after work.

For this occasion, she even wore a matching set of black lace-trimmed underwear.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Claire’s face was flushed. What exactly was she expecting?

Her thoughts were consumed with the evening’s date throughout the day.

During lunch break, Mia Hughes suddenly said shyly, "Um... I’m in love!"

Distracted, Claire took a sip of lemon water, "Have a salad, I’m not hungry."

Mia turned her head forcefully, raising her voice, "Claire, I said I am in love!"

"Really?"

Mia recounted cheerfully, "Last month, when I was going home, I encountered a thief trying to snatch my bag. He saved me and even took the thief to the police station."

A teacher curiously asked, "Ms. Hughes, what does your boyfriend’s family do?"

"I think they run a supermarket. Judging by their background, they should be doing well."

Mia smiled and pulled Claire along, "Claire, it’s my first time in love, and I have no experience. Can you help me assess him?"

Claire, aware of Mia’s carefree nature, agreed readily, "Sure."

Mia took out her phone to inform her boyfriend about bringing friends to the gathering tonight.

After agreeing, Claire remembered the arrangement she had with Ethan Blackwood. Seeing Mia’s delighted expression, she realized there was no taking back her words.

Claire hesitated for a few seconds before clicking on the dagger icon.

[Sorry, I have plans for tonight. Next time.]

Soon, a reply came.

[Ms. Shaw, I’ll raise the stakes next time. Consider carefully.]

Claire resigned herself to it. Mia’s boyfriend had already arranged things, and Claire sighed and accepted it.

After work, Claire and Mia had just arrived at the school gate when they spotted a sleek, luxurious black car with smooth lines.

Claire’s heart skipped a beat; she instantly recognized that this car was worth ten million.

Unlike Mia, who didn’t understand cars, Claire was well aware that the wealthier people were, the more they cared about social class.

Mia’s parents had an annual income of one or two million; with her stable job, she was more than suited for an ordinary person.

But the other party came with a car worth millions, clearly not a class they could enter.

Mia warmly introduced Sean Jacobs, as she clung to his arm, "Sean, this is my best friend, Claire Shaw."

At the first glance of Claire, Sean’s eyes unmistakably showed a spark of amazement.

Claire had a perfect figure, fair skin, and her face was flawless.

"I’ve often heard of Miss Shaw’s reputation, thank you for taking care of my girlfriend all this time." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"No need," Claire replied coolly, "We take care of each other."

Seeing this, Yasmin Yorke, who just came out of the school, immediately squeezed forward, brushing her hair behind her ear and introducing herself proactively, "Hello, I’m..."

As soon as Mia saw Yasmin, she rolled her eyes and dragged Sean away without showing any friendliness, "Don’t bother with her; she’s just a deep-scheming freak. She’ll definitely ask for your WeChat—don’t give it to her. She loves stealing others’ partners."

Sean affectionately scratched Mia’s nose, "I’ll listen to you."

Mia opened the backseat door for Claire, not forgetting to retaliate against Yasmin with a few words.

Claire, who generally disliked verbal disputes, got into the car ahead of time. Her skirt was slightly short; she pressed one hand on the hem while the other grabbed the door as she leaned half her body in.

Only then did she realize someone else was sitting in the back seat. Her gaze traveled upward, and she suddenly felt cold.

Could someone please tell her why Ethan Blackwood was in the car!!!

Claire felt her scalp prickling; Ethan was the only one in the car.

Ethan Blackwood’s lips held a mischievous smile. He lowered his voice and asked, "Ms. Shaw, are you prepared for tonight?"