Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 20: Convenient

The man sitting in the back seat was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. His posture was straight, and even while sitting, he exuded a strong sense of oppression.

The crisp suit had no creases, and his tie was neatly set in place. The shirt collar was buttoned up to the top, blocking all prying eyes.

His entire presence emitted a cold aura that warned people to stay away, and his stern face was especially unapproachable.

Yet, he was the kind of person who would say such offhand remarks.

Mia Hughes had her attention focused on Yasmin Yorke, not noticing that there was another person in the back seat.

Seeing Claire Shaw pause, she urged, "Claire, we can’t stop here for long, you should go inside quickly."

Saying this, Mia Hughes casually pushed Claire Shaw inside. Wearing high heels, Claire stumbled unsteadily and suddenly fell toward the man, unprepared.

Her small hand accidentally pressed against the man’s firm chest, with her entire weight upon him. As she fell, she instinctively grabbed his tie.

Around her waist, the man held her steady, his calm voice sounded above her, "Ms. Shaw, falling into my arms?"

The sudden physical contact brought a rosy blush to Claire Shaw’s fair face.

Her heart raced, but she maintained a serene exterior, "Sorry about that."

Before the two got into the car, Claire Shaw quickly sat properly, her skirt too short, forcing her to slightly turn her body, legs together, with her hand pressing down on her skirt.

Feeling a gaze linger on her legs, Claire Shaw looked up at the man.

Ethan Blackwood didn’t avoid her gaze. Their eyes met, and though he said nothing, the atmosphere seemed to subtly fill with a sense of ambiguity.

"Wearing a skirt."

Claire Shaw’s mind buzzed, recalling something Ethan Blackwood had said before.

Wearing a skirt, more convenient.

Her mind became a mess, worried that someone might notice her connection with Ethan Blackwood.

The atmosphere was heating up as the two got into the car. Sean Jacobs leaned over to fasten Mia Hughes’ seatbelt, casually introducing, "Ms. Shaw, this is..."

"Ah! You’re Mason’s dad, right?"

As soon as the seatbelt clicked, Mia Hughes pushed Sean Jacobs aside, her eyes twinkling like stars as she gazed at Ethan Blackwood.

It’s known that Mia Hughes is the president of the aesthetics club. In her eyes, Ethan Blackwood was the epitome of restraint and had left a deep impression on her during their brief encounter before.

"Hello, Ethan Blackwood."

Ethan Blackwood nodded in greeting from the back seat, showing no sign of extending his hand, but Mia Hughes, unfazed, didn’t mind. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Hello, President Blackwood."

"Mia, Ethan is my best buddy. Knowing he’d meet my girlfriend, he made a special effort to come over."

Mia Hughes looked astonished, "I never expected, you have such a remarkable friend. By the way, this is my good friend, Claire Shaw."

Ethan Blackwood reached out to Claire Shaw, "Hello, Ms. Shaw."

Claire Shaw, under everyone’s gaze, reluctantly reached out and shook his large hand, keeping a composed face with affected calmness, "Mr. Blackwood, we briefly met at the arts gala."

Ethan Blackwood squeezed her hand gently, "Yes, Ms. Shaw, your violin skills were wonderful."

Claire Shaw swiftly withdrew her hand, and as she did, the man’s fingertip grazed her palm lightly.

Ambiguous and flirtatious.

Claire Shaw’s eyes widened.

Sean Jacobs started the car, and Claire Shaw was relieved that the back seat only had her and the others. She pressed herself against the car door, afraid of any contact with Ethan Blackwood.

The phone gently vibrated, and Claire Shaw saw a message from Mia Hughes in the front seat.

[Ahhhh, Mason’s dad is so handsome and restrained, sitting next to you, like a perfect match!]

[Don’t bother, he’s already married.]

Claire Shaw directly disrupted Mia Hughes’ unrealistic fantasy, as she could see her typing stopped immediately.

Mia Hughes put away her phone and asked aloud, "Mason’s dad, who takes care of the kids more at home, you or Mrs. Blackwood? Mason does seem quite reserved."

Claire Shaw tightened her grip on her phone, surprised this simple-minded girl was prying for information.

Before Ethan Blackwood could speak, Sean Jacobs quickly interjected, "What Mrs. Blackwood? My buddy Ethan isn’t even married."

"Not married?" Mia Hughes’ eyes lit up instantly, "A guy with a background like Mr. Blackwood’s must be in high demand."

"My buddy has high standards, typical women don’t catch his eye."

As he finished his sentence, a supercar sped past them, and Sean Jacobs couldn’t swallow his pride. Immediately, he shifted tone, "Hey, you dare overtake your grandpa’s car!"

Without a second thought, he floored the accelerator, speeding off.

This area had plenty of bends, and Claire Shaw, who wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, suddenly was thrown forward unexpectedly.

There was no time to grab the handle, so she resignedly closed her eyes, crashing straight into the man’s embrace.

The faint cedar scent from his body lingered at her nose as he naturally wrapped an arm around her waist, securing her.

In panic, Claire Shaw clung tightly to the man.

Last night, she had a sensual dream.

In the dream, just like now, she was held tightly by the man, as in the dark, he explored her body with his hands.

Recalling the words he said, inexplicably, some untimely thoughts formed in Claire Shaw’s mind.

Clearly, their friends were seated in the front, yet she couldn’t shake this strange feeling.

She couldn’t help but feel the man’s hand on her waist growing warmer, and even though he didn’t do anything, Claire Shaw’s breathing grew increasingly rapid...