All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sinful Affair: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Zavian's lips curved into an inscrutable smile at her words, though the expression didn't quite reach his eyes. "A soft stomach is better than a muscled stomach for a woman," he stated flatly.Emmeline bristled at his words. Who was he to dictate what was or wasn't attractive on a woman's body?Zavian jerked his chin toward a nearby machine with a curved, padded track before she could voice her indignation."That's an ab roller. Use that for your core," he instructed.Emmeline hmphed then moved to stand before the indicated machine.She eyed it with a bewildered frown as she tried to puzzle out how it was meant to be used.Zavian let out a sigh, clearly resigning himself to providing guidance."Put your knees on the seat—be careful, it moves. Fix your arms on the support and hold the handles, " he explained in a clipped tone punctuated by his exertions.Emmeline followed his curt instructions to heart and straddled the padded roller, pulling her lower body off the seat with her hands

Zavian sat back down on the weight bench after grabbing what he wanted. He reached for one of the small metal discs resting on the floor beside him and gripped it between his thumb and forefinger.Then he stuck his index and middle fingers through the hole in the center of the ring and began moving them up and down in an unmistakable motion.His dark blue eyes never left her face, glimmering with a sinister, burning promise that made Emmeline gulp down her saliva.A flush crept up her neck at the overtly suggestive display that made her skin prickle with embarrassment and an unexpected frisson of arousal she struggled to tamp down.She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling hyper-aware of every inch of her body under his scrutiny. "What are you trying to do now, Mr. Blackthorn?" she asked.Malice seemed to dance between Zavian's heavy-lidded eyes and the corner of his lips twitched with the faintest hint of a smirk as if he had been hoping she would inquire about his p

Emmeline let out a sigh in relief when Zavian finally slid back out from under the car several minutes later with his clothes relatively unscathed despite the grimy nature of his task.His gaze darted to the spot where he knew they were being watched with a shrug. The person had dispersed before he slid back from under the car."Thankfully, your clothes didn't get too dirty," she remarked, unable to hide the approval in her tone.Zavian didn't respond. He simply took the litres of fresh radiator fluid from Donald and moved to the front of the car once more.Emmeline noticed the streaks of grease and grime staining his hands and forearms but didn't comment as he unscrewed the cap and carefully poured the bright red liquid into the open tank."You have to check the water in the car whenever it gets hot. Do you understand?" he stated in a tone of firm instruction, not even looking up from his task.Emmeline nodded vigorously, not wanting to admit that she likely would have forgotten such

Emmeline couldn't get Zavian's words out of her head since the previous day.His words that his thoughts about her were starting to go in the wrong direction - it was inconceivable that he felt tempted because of her.He didn't seem the type to betray his wife, even with wandering eyes!She was lounging lazily on the living room sofa with a book in her hands. Its nondescript cover appeared to be some philosophical treatise, but the pages contained decidedly more salacious content.She had been swapping out risqué novel covers for more academic-looking ones to fool her parents since high school. While she agreed that frivolous novels were largely a waste of time, she felt sexual education through the medium of erotic literature was important too!"Don't go to work today. My mother is coming to visit. She'll be staying for lunch," Richard's voice rang out.Emmeline looked up from her book and slid it on his back in displeasure. "Why do I have to miss work just to receive your mother? Ha

Emmeline sauntered up to the bar, shrugging off her autumn coat before she addressed the bartender with a bold confidence. "Your strongest drink, please."The handsome young bartender gave her an appraising look before mixing up a vibrant blue cocktail and setting it down in front of her.She took an experimental sip, the flavor stinging her tongue and indicating just how potent the drink was."Exactly what I wanted," she said with a satisfied smirk.The bartender's gaze lingered on her as he wiped down the polished wooden bar top. "You're new here, aren't you?"Emmeline met his eyes with surprise then her brow furrowed quizzically. "What makes you say that?"She looked around at the packed bar, filled with people laughing and conversing over the low thrum of jazz music that seemed to vibrate through the very walls. "This place doesn't really seem like the kind of exclusive bar with a limited clientele. It's absolutely packed tonight. How did you know I was a newcomer? Can you and tha