At that moment, it hit me—Lauren had just showered, which meant her bra was probably still drying.
Without it, her n*****s were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her top.
She noticed where my eyes had wandered, and her smile grew even more seductive, her gaze carrying a hint of triumph.
Pressing herself closer to me, she said, "Mr. Fraser, don't worry. As long as you're willing to help us find food, I'll make sure to repay you well."
I frowned and took a step back. "Repay? I don't need your repayment, and I'm not giving you food for free."
Despite my cold tone, Lauren didn't back off.
Instead, she leaned in again, her body brushing against mine. "If Mr. Fraser isn't willing to help us, then maybe we can make a deal..."
Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper as her hand slid
