Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 768: After Silver Fox had her say, Bucould barely keep it together. Teasing her had been fun because he loved the way her cheeks would flush that irresistible shade of pink whenever he got her flustered. But when she turned the tables with splayful flirting of her own, he becthe one struggling to keep his cool.

He wasn't usually one to get flustered. Confidence was his thing. But when Silver Fox mentioned the 108 positions for conception, something stirred deep inside him, and his imagination took a very vivid detour. The room suddenly felt a few degrees warmer, and his throat inexplicably dry.

If the timing and location had been even slightly different, he might have already tossed her onto the bed and initiated the baby-making process. Heat crept up his neck, spreading to his cheeks until he was sure his face was as red as Silver Fox's. Despite his best efforts, the temperature was definitely rising.

Meanwhile, Silver Fox was blissfully unaware of the storm she'd kicked up in his mind. She assumed her boldness had him on the ropes, and that assumption fueled her sense of triumph. It turned out that firing back was the perfect tactic to keep him on his toes.

That spark of confidence had her cooking up a plan for the next the tried to flirt. She'd up the ante, take control of their dynamic, and keep him guessing. And with that thought, she decided to push things a bit further. Swaying her hips with the confidence of a seasoned seductress, she sauntered over to Burnet, her slender arm draping casually around his neck.

She leaned in close, her breath warm against his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "Mr. Hoffman, just letknow which position you prefer for conception, and I'll be more than happy to oblige." As expected, Burnet's face turned an even deeper shade of crimson, his body going rigid and his breathing noticeably heavier. Silver Fox noticed the tension and thought she'd really thrown him off his game, feeling quite pleased with herself. Little did she know, it wasn't shyness that had him so tense, but the sheer amount of self- control he was exercising to keep from losing it entirely.

He was holding back out of respect, but that patience was hanging by a thread. Had their relationship been a little further along, she would have found herself in a very different situation. While she was busy congratulating herself on making him blush, Bucould see right through her playful banter. She was deliberately trying to push his buttons, wanting to see him get all shy and red-faced.

Not about to let her in on the truth, he played along, pretending to be bashful as he took a couple of steps back, creating smuch-needed distance. "It's getting late," he said, pointing toward the bed. "You should get srest here while I go for the check-up. I'll be back later." And with that, he practically bolted from the room, like a man sprinting for his life. Watching Busprint out of the room, Silver Fox couldn't help but smirk, feeling pretty smug about her little victory. "Let's see if he dares to mess withagain," she muttered under her breath.

Out in the hallway, Buslammed the door shut and leaned back against it like a man who'd just narrowly escaped disaster. He let out a deep sigh, his usually calm exterior cracking just enough to show the inner struggle he was trying so hard to keep under wraps.

His bodyguards, always on high alert, noticed their boss looking a bit off and quickly approached. “Mr. Hoffman, are you alright?" one of them asked. Instead of answering directly, Bumuttered under his breath, "Little siren..." The bodyguards exchanged puzzled looks, completely baffled. What kind of little siren could possibly have their boss so rattled? Right on cue, his assistant appeared out of nowhere, all business as usual. "Everything's ready, sir. Shall we proceed with the check-up now?" Bugave a quick nod, grateful for the distraction, and fell into step beside the assistant. As they walked away, the bodyguards couldn't resist sharing a knowing glance and a smirk, their eyes flicking back to the closed door. They had their suspicions about what had just gone down in that room.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Silver Fox finally let out a long breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Sure, she'd managed to turn the tables on Burnet, but that hadn't been easy. Teasing him was nerve-wracking enough, but trying to keep a straight face while doing it? That was another level of stress.

She sank onto the bed, her mind racing. Women always seemed to have the short end of the stick im these situations, having to balance between being playful and not overstepping, all while dealing with the natural, annoying differences between men and women that made things so complicated.

Honestly, the fact that she'd gotten Buto back off felt like a tiny miracle. But as she sat there, the adrenaline began to fade, replaced by a creeping sense of doubt. She tilted her head, replaying the evening in her mind, and suddenly, the absurdity of the situation hit her. What had she been thinking, agreeing to this wild plan to have kids with Burnet? Was she out of her mind?