Novel Full Chapter 1146 Industry
Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146 Industry
"I... I changed my mind, Ross," she whispered, her voice small but steady.
He blinked, waiting.
Sabrina’s cheeks burned a deeper shade of red.
She lowered her gaze for a second, then lifted it again—her eyes shining with a mixture of nervousness and shy resolve.
"I want that massage after all."
The words left her lips barely above a whisper, but Ross heard them.
And Sabrina felt her entire body heat up as she realized—she had just crossed a line she could never step back over.
"That’s good. Come to my room tonight," Ross whispered back, leaning just close enough that only she could hear him.
His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable weight behind the words.
He was careful—too many people were nearby, and the last thing he wanted was unwanted attention that might make Sabrina retreat into herself.
Sabrina nodded quickly, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.
She didn’t trust her voice at first, but when she took a step away, she glanced back at him.
"I’ll see you later," she whispered, the words trembling slightly as if they carried more meaning than she was ready to admit.
Ross watched her go, the faintest smile tugging at his lips before he forced his expression back into something neutral.
Work and people surrounded him again, but his thoughts lingered on her far longer than they should have.
Sabrina returned to her tent, her mind buzzing.
She packed her things slowly, as though moving too fast might make everything feel too real.
Her heartbeat refused to calm, each thump echoing with the promise of the night ahead.
She tried to steady herself, telling herself to breathe, but excitement and nervousness tangled together in her chest.
When she headed toward the showers, her thoughts drifted again and again to Ross—his presence, his voice, the way he looked at her when he thought no one else was watching.
She washed herself carefully, taking more time than usual, wanting to feel clean, refreshed, and ready.
It wasn’t vanity alone; it was anticipation, the desire to meet him without hesitation or doubt.
Sabrina knew she was beautiful—people had told her that often enough—but tonight it felt different.
Tonight, it mattered.
Ross, too, was undeniably handsome, a man who drew eyes without even trying.
With the quiet understanding they had just shared, there was an unspoken certainty between them.
As the sun dipped lower and the camp settled into evening, the hours seemed to stretch endlessly.
Yet beneath the waiting, one thing was clear to her: when night finally came, it would be one that she would remember forever.
***
Night had fully settled by the time Sabrina reached Ross’s room.
The sounds of the supermarket had softened into distant murmurs, and the lights outside cast a warm, unsteady glow through the canvas walls.
She paused for a moment before entering, steadying her breath, then slipped inside.
She wore a long, thick jacket, the fabric heavy around her shoulders.
When she slowly shrugged it off, it slid down her arms and pooled at her feet, revealing the thin nightwear beneath.
It clung lightly to her body, delicate and almost translucent in the dim lights of the room.
There was nothing else beneath it—no layers to hide behind—and the vulnerability of it made her heart pound.
Ross didn’t rush her. He didn’t even gawk at her body nor did he appear surprised.
His eyes flicked over her briefly before he met her gaze again, calm and unreadable, as though he didn’t want to overwhelm her.
"Lie down on the bed," he said softly. "I’ll do your back first, Sabrina."
She nodded and moved as instructed, lying face down and resting her arms beside her head.
The mattress dipped slightly beneath her weight, and she felt a shiver run through her—not from cold, but from anticipation.
She had come here expecting something very different, bracing herself for urgency, for need.
Instead, she heard the quiet sound of oil being poured into his palms.
A moment later, Ross’s hands touched her back after taking off the night gown.
They were warm—so warm it made her inhale sharply.
His palms spread slowly, pressing the oil into her skin with long, unhurried strokes.
The tension she’d been carrying in her shoulders melted almost instantly.
She had been wrong about what would happen.
"Ahh..." a soft, helpless sound escaped her lips as his thumbs worked into the knots at the base of her neck.
Ross moved with quiet confidence, his touch neither hesitant nor demanding.
It was steady, attentive, as though every movement was meant to ease rather than claim.
He worked his way down her back inch by inch, his hands following the natural lines of her body.
When he reached her lower back, his touch slowed, firmer now, easing the soreness from long days and restless nights.
Sabrina felt herself sinking into the bed, her muscles loosening under his hands.
She barely noticed when he moved to her hips, then lower, guiding one leg at a time as he massaged her thighs and calves.
By the time his hands reached her feet, she felt light, almost floating.
Every stroke seemed to draw the fatigue out of her, leaving only warmth behind.
"Mm..." her quiet moans filled the room, unguarded and soft.
She wasn’t trying to be seductive—she simply couldn’t help it.
The pleasure was gentle but overwhelming, washing through her in slow waves.
Ross didn’t stop. He didn’t rush.
He simply continued, methodical and patient, until Sabrina felt as though every ache she had ever carried had been pressed away.
By the time his hands finally stilled, her body felt boneless, her thoughts hazy and calm.
Lying there, surrounded by warmth and silence, she realized how deeply she trusted him in that moment—and how different this night was already becoming from anything she had imagined.
"Zzzzz..."
Despite everything she had expected when she came to his room, Sabrina had fallen fast asleep on the bed which was not something she had expected at all.