If You're Going to Sell Yourself, Sell It to Me - Chapter 44

The night before arriving at Pelia, Locke returned with a strange liquid in a bottle and knocked on the door. He had been busy for two days, saying he was going to meet someone tomorrow. While this gave Georgiana a chance to rest well after a long time, she couldn’t help but feel a bit sad.

“Georgiana, would you come out for a moment?”

At his words, she placed the book she had been reading beside her pillow and tilted her head as she walked into the living room.

“What is that?”

“It’s a solution that removes hair dye.”

“Hair dye?”

“Yes, if you wash your hair with this liquid, it will return to its original color.”

Ah, only then did Georgiana realize his gaze was directed at her hair, and she blushed in embarrassment.

Recently, she had been troubled by the stark line between her newly grown blonde roots and her dyed hair. She had considered whether she could find hair dye on the ship or thought about visiting an art supply shop once they reached Pelia.

She had been thinking that re-dyeing was her only option, but hearing that she could restore her hair to its natural color made her brighten.

In the past, she had despised her bright blonde hair, but now she wanted to look as beautiful as possible, especially in front of Lockwood. She couldn’t spend all her time in the cabin wearing a wig, so when her hair was shorter, it had started to bother her a bit.

“Would it be okay if I used this?”

“Of course.”

“Ah, Georgiana, I didn’t prepare this because your current hair doesn’t suit you. Your face would look good with any hairstyle.”

Georgiana’s face turned bright red as she waved her hands. “That… That’s not true.”

“I think you need to know yourself better, Anna. And maybe it’s time you admit that you are indeed a cat.”

For someone who always seemed so logical, it was embarrassing when he said things like that. Recently, even Henry and Sarah had started treating her like a cat.

Why were they all doing this?

She just liked staying at home, being quiet, and was a bit shy. But she still enjoyed being around people she was close to.

“Well then, shall we go to the bathroom and wash your hair?”

“Shouldn’t we change our clothes first?”

It seemed likely that the water and dye might splash onto their clothes.

While she could just wear one of her older outfits, Lockwood didn’t have old clothes like she did, which worried her.

“I anticipated that, so I prepared bathrobes.”

Just as he said, a dark-colored bathrobe was laid out in the bathroom. The soft towel-like material of the robe wouldn’t show any stains from the brown dye.

But…

“Why is there only one? What about you, Locke?”

At her question, he raised one corner of his mouth like a mischievous villain. Lately, this expression always appeared when he was about to tease her, and it made her body tense up in an involuntary flinch

“I don’t need one. I’ll just take it off.”

“What?”

As soon as she asked, he stripped off his shirt as if he had been waiting for this moment. Then his pants disappeared as quickly as if they had never existed.

With remarkable swiftness, his clothes vanished from his body.

When his fingers moved to his last remaining undergarment, Georgiana shut her eyes tightly.

“K-Keep that on, at least!”

Of course, she had seen his naked body when they spent nights together. She had even done various things with him. But seeing his bare body in a bright bathroom, not the bedroom, required a lot more courage.

“I can’t do that.”

“Why… why not?”

At her extreme refusal, he answered with a serious tone, no longer laughing, “Well, this is a one-of-a-kind, precious piece of underwear. It would be a problem if it got stained with dye. You wouldn’t be able to take responsibility, would you?”

“What?”

What nonsense was that? If it was such valuable underwear, shouldn’t he just not wear it at all and keep it safe?

When she opened her eyes in disbelief, she saw him laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking.

“Georgiana, should I tell you what you were just thinking?”

“What? What was I thinking?”

“You were thinking, ‘What nonsense is this?’ weren’t you?”

“……”

As her expression showed that he had hit the mark, he laughed so hard he clutched his stomach. At least he kept his undergarments on as she had requested.

But before she could feel any relief, her clothes were quickly stripped away. She had assumed she would wear the bathrobe over her clothes, so she was completely flustered.

Before she could even gather her thoughts, she found herself naked, wearing only the bathrobe, seated between his legs, with her head resting on his thighs as he sat on the edge of the bathtub.

When had he prepared the water?

Warm water was carefully poured over her head.

Soon, a liquid with a sharp alcohol smell seeped through her hair. The smell, reminiscent of strong whiskey, made her feel a little intoxicated.

“Is this alcohol?”

“Yes. It’s not pure alcohol, though. It’s a mixture made with whiskey that laborers drink.”

“That’s fascinating.”

As she lay there looking at the ceiling, she couldn’t see whether the dye was washing out, but she could feel a cooling sensation on her scalp.

After ensuring the last drop of liquid had been absorbed, he gently massaged her scalp with his large hands.

“Mmm…”

A satisfied sigh escaped her lips at the pleasant sensation.

“Does it feel good?”

“It feels wonderful. Have you done this before?”

“I have a niece who always asks me to touch her hair whenever I see her. I’ve gotten pretty good at it.”

“You must love your niece very much?”

“Of course.”

She smiled, imagining him with his large hands gently patting a small child’s head.

Would the niece resemble him?

Suddenly, she was curious about the child who must have been showered with his affection.

“All done. Would you like to see in the mirror?”

After rinsing her hair thoroughly, he helped Georgiana stand. The alcohol smell was completely gone, thanks to the careful rinsing with soap.

When she looked in the mirror, her eyes widened.

All traces of the brown dye had washed out, and her hair had returned to its natural blonde.

Though it was now shoulder-length and slightly awkward, it no longer looked unkempt like it had when it was brown. Her face also appeared much brighter.

“It seems you won’t need the wig anymore. But since it’s your hair, you should keep it as a memento.”

At his words, Georgiana nodded.

With just a little trimming, her hair could look neat enough.

“Thank you so much, Locke.”

She was deeply moved, having never known he was so thoughtful.

She lowered her head in gratitude, unaware that her robe had loosened.

After a brief silence, he asked in a low voice, “…Is a simple thank you enough?”

Hearing those words, Georgiana realized that she had received so much from him but hadn’t given anything back. She clasped her hands together and looked up at him.

“What should I do for you? Tell me anything. Whatever you want…”

Instead of answering, he pulled her close by the waist. Because of the height difference, something firm pressed against her navel, making its presence all too clear.

It was obvious what he wanted.

Her face flushed with heat.

“Let’s settle everything by taking a bath together.”

A sensual whisper drifted down from above.

“Huh? Isn’t that a bit too… unreasonable?”

Aside from the embarrassment, the bathtub wasn’t large enough to fit two people comfortably. He must have known that.

“Don’t worry. We’ll fit just fine.”

Confidently, he tossed aside his undergarments, then loosened her robe, leaving them both in their natural states. He immediately embraced her and stepped into the water.

As he had said, once he lifted her onto his lap, the tub still had room for both of them.

Splash.

Water splashed everywhere, but Georgiana was more concerned about the sensation beneath her buttocks.

His ominously stiffened erection felt as if it would enter her at any moment. As she squirmed to avoid it, his tip swelled even larger.

“Stay still while I wash you.”

He gently spanked her bottom and began rubbing soap over her body.

The soft soap glided over her skin, lingering especially around her chest, creating thick bubbles that floated to the surface of the water. Though it was just a soapy touch, a strange tickling sensation spread through her body. Before long, her nipples were embarrassingly stiff.

“Would you wash me as well?”

He turned her body to face him, holding out the soap.

Georgiana hesitated briefly but took the soap, thinking it was something she could do. As she slowly washed his body, she couldn’t help but admire it.

His broad shoulders, the defined pectoral muscles of his chest, and the powerful deltoid muscles under his collarbone made him look extraordinary, even to someone unfamiliar with men’s bodies. While his handsome face contributed to his charm, the muscles that stretched across his entire body played a significant role.

From his chiseled torso down to the ridge of his pelvis, his muscles were as solid as armor.

And as her gaze traveled lower, she noticed that his hardness, much like his muscles, had grown even more pronounced. Its size and thickness were impossible to ignore.

Gulp. She swallowed involuntarily.