Jessica chuckled softly, "I didn't expect there'd be something you wouldn't dare to do."
"What do you know." Moses stepped over to the window, "I just don't want to force her."
He had always used any means to get what he wanted.
If it was in the past, if he wanted a woman, he would naturally have countless ways to make her submit.
But with her, he didn't want to use those methods.
Jessica raised her eyebrows, "Why bother with forcing? You only have to crook your finger, and she'll come right over obediently, won't she?"
"Nonsense."
"I'm serious." Jessica leaned in, "Haven't you noticed that she likes you?"
"Go back to your room."
"You really haven't noticed!" Jessica teased, "Let me tell you, women — I understand better than you do. Which assistant would remember her boss needs milk at night, especially skim milk, while she's hospitalized herself? She's your assistant, not your servant. The only explanation is she likes you!"
