Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 2: Dressed to the Nines

Claire Shaw had grown accustomed to seeing men’s bare bodies; seeing one so impeccably dressed in a suit was truly a first.

A stark contrast to the impression she had.

On the day Ethan Blackwood rescued her from the water, he wore a black tank top, military pants, and combat boots.

The tank top, already form-fitting, clung tightly to his skin when drenched, outlining smooth, muscular contours.

The hand supporting her waist was firm and strong, his arms bulging with veins, exuding overflowing male hormones.

From almost the first glance, Claire Shaw made a decision contrary to all ancestors.

She thought this man was a soldier, rugged and powerful.

Turns out that body in a suit was just as ostentatious, distinguished beyond compare.

The coarse fingertips brushed over her tender palm, bringing Claire Shaw back to her senses.

She quickly resumed normalcy, retracting her hand from the man’s palm.

Claire Shaw had speculated he had good means, given the high-priced hotels they rendezvoused at each time.

But the calluses covering his palm made Claire Shaw think he couldn’t possibly be a pampered young master.

Unexpectedly, he was the heir to The Blackwood Family who returned to the country just three months ago, and even more unexpected, the first bed companion she found already had a child.

Claire Shaw suppressed the myriad thoughts swirling in her head, patiently explained: "Mr. Blackwood, I apologize, Mason was involved in some physical altercation with classmates earlier; it’s entirely my fault for not watching the child properly..."

Claire Shaw liked children; she didn’t want to lose this job.

Mason Blackwood explained for her: "Dad, it’s not Ms. Shaw’s fault, it was Dustin Lawrence’s foul mouth."

Claire Shaw’s hands rested on her abdomen, she stood straight, ponytail high, outlining a fresh and lovely girl, completely devoid of the enticing figure entangled around his waist at night.

Under the man’s scrutinizing gaze, Claire Shaw felt unsettled inside; she licked her lips and spoke again: "Mr. Blackwood, I will pay more attention to Mason’s care, hoping you can refrain from filing a complaint..."

Mason anxiously tugged at the man’s coat, seemingly trying to defend her, Ethan Blackwood’s deep voice resonated: "Ms. Shaw indeed made mistakes."

Claire Shaw pressed her lips together, lowered her head, appearing as if listening and learning.

The man’s gaze settled on her exposed snow-white neck, the reddish mark there clearly visible.

Recalling the unending passion from last night, Ethan Blackwood stepped forward, softly said: "From now on, men’s battles should exclude women."

The heated breath on Claire Shaw’s nape made her delicate skin blaze.

This man, surely deliberate.

Even if the other teachers were busy preparing for the concert, in this bustling place, being seen by others wouldn’t clear her no matter how hard she tried.

Claire Shaw abruptly stepped back, her ears turning crimson, she slowly raised her eyes to meet Ethan Blackwood’s fierce gaze; despite hiding it well, Ethan caught the shyness deep in her eyes.

Yet Ethan Blackwood, composed, patted Mason’s shoulder, "If it happens again, take responsibility for my sake."

Claire Shaw frowned, feeling this educational method was incorrect, but his status didn’t allow her to lecture.

Upon seeing her furrowed brow, Ethan Blackwood explained: "Ms. Shaw shouldn’t worry, child’s scuffles are normal, unrelated to you."

"Thank you for understanding, I’ll take Mason to change now, excuse me."

Claire Shaw left with the child without looking back, distancing written all over her face.

After changing Mason’s clothes and tidying up, Claire Shaw touched his head.

She genuinely liked Mason, and also liked Ethan as a vigorous bed partner.

But alas, it had to end.

She pulled out her phone and sent a message.

[Game over.]

Claire Shaw changed into a gown, applied light makeup, and headed towards the venue.

In the audience, Ethan glanced at the message on his phone.

Sent by that woman, she was rather straightforward.

The stage was suddenly illuminated, spotlighting Claire Shaw in a white dress, violin in hand.

The light cloaked her in a soft halo; wearing only light makeup, she appeared divine and elegant.

Neither seductive as on the bed, nor as pure as moments ago.

Her features, already radiant, transformed alluringly when she smiled, and chillingly cold when she didn’t.

Yet now, closing her eyes, she exhibited such nobility.

Like a celestial maiden from the heavens, only to be admired from afar.

Her delicate face gently rested against the violin, raising her hand to pull the strings.

Teachers admitted to this school must have some talent; Ethan Blackwood assumed her skills at most were professional but didn’t expect, she played so well.

In the darkness, parents whispered: "Didn’t realize, Ms. Shaw’s technique is quite good."

Ethan Blackwood sat poised, his sharply defined handsome face solemn and restrained, his voice low and deep: "Average, there’s much room for improvement."

Despite the proper tone, it inexplicably felt suggestive.

Ethan Blackwood recalled the delicate girl who clung to his neck in bed, her technique truly wasn’t exceptional.

Yet this was the first time seeing Claire Shaw lavishly dressed, ethereal, pure.

The delicate figure stirred hearts profoundly.

Desire...

Claire Shaw could feel an intense gaze constantly upon her; as the piece ended, she slowly opened her eyes.

Directly facing the man in the front row below, the aggressively penetrating gaze fixed on her face, unflinching.

Thunderous applause filled the hall.

Besides applauding for their own children, affluent families accustomed to concerts knew well that Ms. Shaw’s violin skills surpassed merely professional, akin to a musician’s artistry.

Claire Shaw bowed with the children, distributed handmade gifts prepared by the kids to each parent.

She was graceful, gentle and kind, considerate of each parent’s emotions, attentive to every child’s needs.

After the event, the children were all picked up by their respective parents.

Only then did Claire Shaw relax, removing decorative earrings as she walked towards the changing room. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Just as she was about to open the door, strong arms forcefully pulled her in without warning.

Claire Shaw softly cried out, falling into the man’s solid embrace.

Her small face showed a trace of annoyance, Claire Shaw lowered her voice: "Let go of me."

The hands coiled around her waist tightened further, "Ms. Shaw, you didn’t say this in bed."

The man’s hot breath spread across her ears, "I remember you said slower, gentler, darling, guess what I was thinking while you played?"

Claire Shaw blushed furiously, feeling heated in the confined space of the fitting room due to his robust physique.

She was both embarrassed and angry, gazed at the man with a teasing glare, "Mr. Blackwood, I told you we’ve already..."

The man’s finger lightly covered her soft lips, motioning to stop her next words.

Ethan Blackwood faintly lowered his gaze, the little woman in his arms soft and fragrant, even those never explored lips were delicately smooth enough to make his heart race.

His coarse fingertips tenderly brushed over delicate lips, "Shh! Someone’s coming."

Claire Shaw’s pupils dilated, her body tensed, hastily reaching out to push but her hands were pinned above her head.

The man’s lips unexpectedly landed behind her ear.

Her earlobe warmed, his voice hoarse and deep: "I want to hide you away, not let anyone else see, then..."