This evening, as always, he was unwavering. The hot springs were one of the best places for heated conversations, but it turned into a farce and a showdown. Zhenya looked into her eyes, outlining her slender figure. A grin escaped the man's lips. No, he didn't need to put his hand to get her into bed. But now it was important to draw the boundaries.

He had previously dragged her by the leg into hot water, and then languidly pressed her against a stone to fix his eyes more firmly on the young lady's eyes. “The annoying girl thinks she can run around and tell me what to do.”

Eugene thought about it, putting his fingertips on both sides of her body, on the surface of the stone. The waters were hot, and his temperament was even hotter.

“You can't run all the time. Otherwise, it won't be interesting, right?,” he said, bending his whole body towards her. His hands did not touch her body. Not on the edge. “Otherwise, you would have been under me a long time ago, as I would have wanted. But no, you, tigress, complicate everything.”

He had no intention of using her as a toy, or a whore. But, on top of everything else, Zhenya was clearly deeply in love.