Natasha, the sultry, shameless widow, was practically on fire, clinging to Andrew like an octopus. She leaned in close, blowing warm breaths against his ear in a voice so sweet and seductive it could take a man's life.

Andrew spun around and caught her wandering hand, smirking. "I can't let you take control of a man's most vulnerable spot!"

Natasha's cheeks flushed as she tilted her chin up, teasing, "I won't use my hands. How about my mouth?"

Andrew nearly choked on his own breath—he had not expected her to be this bold. He quickly surrendered. "Alright, tonight's not a good time. I gave you my word, and I won't go back on it, but another day, okay?"

Natasha's eyes sparkled mischievously, a hint of playful desperation in them. "Sure! Another day! I pick today!"

Andrew stared at her, speechless. Clearly, her reading comprehension skills were top-tier. "When I say another day, I mean another time."

Natasha insisted, "That won't do! There's no time like the present—let's make