Flora’s eyes snapped open as she spun around.
The fiery kiss surged like a tidal wave, forcing her lips apart and tangling their tongues together.
In an instant, Dylan’s body pressed into hers, making Flora stumble and fall back. Her back was pinned against the wall, and before she could even gasp for air, Dylan had her completely enveloped.
His big hand gripped her waist, pulling their bodies tight, while his other hand roved over Flora’s body, driven by lust.
As her hands pushed against his chest, Flora found it increasingly hard to keep up – the pressure was too much.
Dylan’s intoxicated gaze locked onto Flora, and next thing she knew, he pulled away. Flora grabbed the chance to gulp in a few breaths before being whisked off to the king-sized bed outside.
The chilly silk sheets sent shivers down her spine. Dylan didn’t bother to cover her; instead, he grabbed two pills from the cabinet and tossed them her way. “Take these; I’m not a fan of using protection.”
At least he handed her a glass of water too.
Flora sat up and downed the pills.
Dylan eyed her with intrigue, scanning her from head to toe, leaving nothing unexamined.
Flora clutched the sheets at her sides, not even trying to cover herself.
In a flash, Dylan pinned her down once more, and the heated kisses resumed, trailing up and down her neck, nipping and biting.
Moments later, Dylan grunted, “Flora, you’re so dull. Don’t you know how to fight back? This game is getting old.”
Hearing this, Flora shut her eyes and smirked. “Why bother? We both get what we’re after; it’s just the way things work.”
Dylan halted, propping himself up, and the revulsion on his face gradually morphed into disdain.
“Don’t give me that look. Isn’t this exactly what you want?” Flora asked as she wrapped her arms around his solid waist.
Dylan wasn’t just a pretty face; his physique was also top-tier.
Dylan sneered coldly, thinking, “She’s truly unlike other women. She knows what she wants and isn’t fake, and at the same time, her mind stays clear all the time.”
Dylan knew that such a woman was always the cleverest.
Feeling drained, Flora looked up to see a sky full of stars.
“What are you gazing at?” Dylan’s tongue flicked her earlobe, his voice a little raspy.
Flora turned her head to meet his dark eyes. “When can I start working?”
Dylan propped himself up with one arm. “What’s the hurry? What if I change my mind?”
“You…” Flora narrowed her eyes, pushing herself up. Her long black hair tumbled down her waist. “What do you mean?”
“I’m just teaching you a lesson. Next time, try not to accept any deal that’ll bring you a loss,” said Dylan as he lifted a corner of his mouth, grinning evilly.
“Dylan!” Flora raised her right hand and swung it down in the close distance.
A numb pain at her wrist, her slender hand was tightly gripped by him and brought to his lips. His lips slightly parted, Dylan took her finger into his mouth, his tongue expertly wrapping around it, following her finger to her palm.
Flora forcefully pulled her hand back, “If you changed your mind, I should just go back.”
Dylan smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, “What’s the hurry? Rest assured, you’ll come with me to work tomorrow, but tonight, you must satisfy me well.”
Flora glanced at the man’s deep eyes, a hint of laughter gradually spread, with a silky innocence, “Alright.”
Dylan supported his hands on either side of her cheeks, but in her eyes, he couldn’t see any laughter. She was truly skilled at disguising now.
Outside, the starry sky was dazzling, and not far away, the dim streetlights formed a line, extending to an unknown distance.
Flora curled up naked on the windowsill, her hands hugging her knees. The bright moonlight painted her fair and beautiful body with a layer of sacred and elegant glow.
Flora’s black hair fell down from her shoulders as she tilted her head, her eyes gazing at the ice-blue swimming pool below, lost in thought, her expression overflowing with melancholy.
Dylan stared at her smooth, naked back. Flora’s entire being always had an elusive peaceful vibe.
Inside the room, the lingering passion was masked by the smell of smoke.
When Flora turned her head, Dylan had already sat next to her. He pulled her into his sexy chest with one arm, lowered his head, sealed her mouth, and sent the lingering smoke into her mouth.
Flora frowned but didn’t push him away. Tonight, she would submit.
Their lips and teeth entwined. He gently bit Flora’s tongue, the smoky taste at his fingertips intoxicated the night.
As the first light of dawn appeared, Flora slept on the black and white bed, and the languid man lay on her back.
When she opened her eyes, her whole body ached. She glanced at Dylan’s handsome face, which was very close, and frowned again. This man had terrible sleeping habits.
She moved her shoulder, and Dylan rolled over to Flora’s side, his hand still imprisoning her waist. As he tried to make further moves, Flora tactlessly backed away, “Mr. Bowles, it’s time.”
Dylan paused, his face turning pale. Suddenly, he forcefully pinched her arm, causing Flora so much pain she almost jumped. Only then did he smile satisfied, casually picking up the phone on the bedside table, “You go take a shower first, have breakfast, and then come with me to the office.”
Flora pulled up the bedsheet to cover her naked body and took a few steps, her gaze falling on the large bed.
The white silk sheets did not have the expected red stain. Dylan followed her gaze and, upon discovering this fact, his eyes suddenly darkened.
Flora couldn’t hide her surprise, “I…”
“I’m only giving you twenty minutes.” Dylan’s words were hard to read, his gaze fixed on Flora’s fair legs.
She awkwardly dropped the sheet and headed for the bathroom. Dylan just wanted her, whether it was her first time or not, he didn’t care.
Thankfully, the bathroom was fully stocked with toiletries.
Just then, Dylan stepped in nonchalantly and began to shower.
The cool water splashed a little onto Flora’s face. She opened the toothbrush packaging and started brushing her teeth. Dylan finished his shower and left. After making sure Dylan had nothing more to do, Flora pulled down the sheet and started her shower.
Halfway through, however, Dylan walked in, fully dressed. Despite their intimacy last night, she still felt a little uncomfortable being naked in front of him.
He watched her in the mirror as he brushed his teeth.
Flora finished her shower, picked up the neatly folded clothes and put them on one by one.
After breakfast, she followed him outside and got into the car.
The high-end sports car felt better than a bus ride. No crowding, no one’s yelling, and time was more flexible.
The car came to a stop in front of La Comte. Flora looked up and saw the towering building soaring into the clouds, creating an unreal visual impact.
Following Dylan, Flora discovered that this man, despite his chaotic private life, was not to be underestimated when it came to his abilities.
In the exclusive elevator, Flora couldn’t help but check herself in the mirror, smoothing her hair with one hand.
Dylan leaned against the inner side, looking forward. He saw her nervously shrug her shoulders and took a deep breath.
She hadn’t been that tense when they shared a bed last night.
Dylan leaned his upper body towards her, his long arms reaching around her from behind, landing on Flora’s waist.
Flora glanced down at Dylan’s hands, then turned her head. At such a close distance, their noses almost touched.
