Chapter 35 - Inside The Home Of A Criminal (2/2)

Halia took a deep breath and headed into the man's bedroom. For some reason, she felt nervous walking into such a private space. As she stepped in, she felt the fluffy carpet under her feet. The room was big and cosy and smelled of Jackson's cologne, his bed was made and everything was tidy, it wasn't what Halia imagined a man's bedroom to look like. Trying not to get distracted, she headed straight into the walk-in wardrobe.

Jackson's wardrobe was huge, but it was half empty. After all, he had only returned to Beijing in the last three months and didn't have many belongings with him. Halia quickly grabbed a face towel and a bath towel and returned to the bathroom.

Holding onto the face towel, she walked over to the sink and soaked it in the warm soapy water. She then wrung it out and turned to the man.

”Thank you,” he said with his deep charming voice.

Halia looked down and began wiping his face, tracing the towel across his thick eyebrows, his cold eyes, his tall nose and his well-defined jawline. No wonder the girls in the club were throwing themselves at him; this man was oozing with masculinity and charm. She then washed out the towel and wiped his neck...his chest...his arms... and his back...

Although there was a towel between Halia's hand and Jackson, she could feel the firmness of his muscles and every curve on his body. This guy was very fit!

As Halia finished wiping the man's back, she looked down at his pants and paused. Her cheeks blushed a little. Did he expect her to clean him down there as well?

Jackson chuckled as he looked at the woman's embarrassed expression. With his right arm, he turned her around and gently pushed her out of the bathroom.

He then leaned in beside her ear and whispered, ”I can do the rest, wait for me outside.”

Halia heard the door gently shut behind her and she quickly took a deep breath. She had almost forgot to breathe.

As she fanned herself a little with her hands, Halia looked around the empty living room. It felt a little cold and lonely. Was this how Jackson lived?

That's when she remembered, she was inside the home of a criminal; an arms dealer; her target!

This was the perfect opportunity for her to gather some intel!

So, while Jackson was cleaning himself in the bathroom, she quickly started looking around, opening every cupboard and drawer she could find.

Eventually, she found her way to his study room. But...just as she grabbed the handle, a hand held onto hers and stopped her...