The sunlight outside was so intense that it was hard to keep one’s eyes open. Flora took a deep breath and sat down on a bench nearby.
Natalie Chambliss, a friend of Flora’s who was also taking a break and sitting nearby, glanced at the disheartened Flora and noticed her resume in her hand.
“Architectural design? Are you looking for a job?” Natalie asked.
“Yes, but I haven’t found one yet,” Flora replied.
“Your education is impressive, and your field is in high demand,” Natalie said, taking her resume and looking it over carefully.
Flora shook her head with a bitter smile, “But no company wants to hire me.”
“Hey! Would you be interested in trying at our company? It’s not very big, just a small partnership that’s just getting started,” Natalie said confidently, returning her resume with a bright smile.
“Really?” Flora looked up in disbelief, not yet able to process this dramatic turn of events.
“Of course, but the salary might not be high at first, only two thousand for the first month,” Natalie said apologetically, “The company is just getting off the ground, so we’re not yet on track.”
“No, two thousand is already very good. Thank you!” Flora stood up happily, this would be her first job since graduating.
“Great! My name is Natalie,” Natalie introduced herself, standing up and offering her hand playfully.
“Flora.”
“Here’s our company’s address. Come to work tomorrow morning at nine,” Natalie handed her a business card and picked up her bag.
Flora took the card and nodded happily.
After parting ways with Natalie, Flora went to the supermarket, resigned from her job there, and bought a lot of groceries.
Her gloomy days were replaced with a bright new beginning, and her heart was filled with light.
Upon returning home, Flora excitedly called out to her mother, who was busy in the kitchen, “Mom, come out quickly!”
Hearing Flora’s voice, Monica hurried out, “Flora, what’s going on? Why are you so happy? And you bought so many groceries.”
“Mom, I found a job!” Flora put down the shopping bags and threw an arm around Monica’s shoulder.
“Really?” Monica quickly moved the bags to the kitchen, “That’s great! Finally, you found a stable job.”
Flora followed her mother into the cramped kitchen and began unpacking the groceries.
“Flora, since you found a job, why not quit your evening tutoring gig? You won’t be able to handle two jobs in a day.”
Flora thought for a moment but couldn’t bring herself to make a decision, “Mom, let’s talk about it later.”
After all, a monthly salary of two thousand wouldn’t be enough to cover their expenses.
Although Desire was a place of temptation, at least the money she made there was substantial.
Monica didn’t insist any further and continued her work.
That evening, Flora still went to Desire, filled with apprehension as she approached the bar’s entrance.
In the parking lot at the entrance of Desire, a top-of-the-line sports car sped up and came to a stop next to Flora.
The car door opened, and a bodyguard-like man rushed to the other side to open another door. Out came Dylan, dressed casually.
With a tall and straight posture, and his usual cold face, life seemed so unfair, granting one person such power and, without any hesitation, a stunning appearance.
Dylan walked a few steps ahead and stopped briefly in front of Flora before moving on with a cold expression.
She glanced at his car, a Bugatti Veyron, realizing that even if she worked her entire life, she would never be able to afford even one of those.
The dance floor inside was still extravagant, showcasing the life of luxury and pleasure money could buy.
In the corridor, several doors to chambers were left open, whether intentionally or not, displaying scenes of wealthy people playing their games.
Flora changed her clothes and looked at the drink order, Chamber No. 2.
Lily, who was nearby, happily played with her drink order, “Ha ha, it’s my turn today, Chamber No.1, huh? Oh right, it’s Mr. Bowles again. He’s quite generous, isn’t he?”
Flora prepared the drinks according to the order without even lifting her eyes, answering, “Yes.”
“Oh, fantastic!” Lily excitedly picked up a comb and began to comb her hair in front of a floor mirror. She looked at her tight dress and pulled down the already revealing V-neckline a bit more.
Flora opened the door to Chamber No. 2 and walked in. The customers hadn’t arrived yet. She checked the drink order on the table and carefully compared it with the drinks on the tray before starting to mix the drinks.
Even the ordinary rooms were incredibly luxurious, costing thousands for just one night. Flora placed the tray with napkins and a fruit plate on the side, waiting for the customers.
Suddenly, the door was opened, and Tina walked in.
“Flora, come out quickly.” Tina grabbed Flora’s hand and dragged her outside.
“What’s going on, Tina?” Flora asked, confused as she followed.
“Mr. Bowles is here today, and he specifically asked for you to go to Chamber No.1. Hurry up, it won’t be good if he gets angry,” Tina said, still holding Flora’s hand as they stopped in front of Chamber No.1.
Lily stood outside the room with a frustrated look on her face. When she saw Flora and Tina, her expression darkened as she glared at Flora.
“What are you waiting for? Go to Chamber No. 2.” Tina took the tray from Lily’s hands and placed it in Flora’s.
Flora hesitantly took the tray, recalling Dylan’s actions that night, feeling a bit reluctant.
Seeing her hesitation, Tina gently placed a hand on her shoulder, “Flora, you don’t make that much money so easily these days. Besides, you’re not a contract worker here; he won’t dare to do anything to you. Some physical contact is inevitable, though. Just don’t act like a little girl, OK?”
Flora lifted her chin, nodded, and finally pushed open the door and walked in.
Inside the room was only Dylan, lying on the luxurious couch with his feet resting on the coffee table in front of him.
Flora walked slowly, subconsciously feeling a sense of danger.
Dylan’s eyes were half-closed, but he was staring at her intently, his hands resting on the chair’s back, making him appear strong and powerful.
Flora approached him, opened the bottle, and started mixing the drink with tea.
People coming here was purely for leisure, and what they drank was no longer important.
That was why the bar practiced mixing drinks to prevent any risk to the body during the excitement.
The bar’s uniform was very short, and Flora kneeled on the soft rug, deliberately lifting her body to avoid any exposure.
The man didn’t say a word, but his gaze lingered on her, unapologetically intense and provocative.
The club was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard clearly. Flora’s hand, pouring the drink, trembled uncontrollably.
Dylan put his feet down and leaned forward. Flora’s eyes met his casual, wide shirt and the strong chest muscles exposed by his leaning position. She also noticed the faint scent of his cologne.
Dylan picked up the mixed drink on the table and started drinking. The half-filled glass was just enough for him to finish in one gulp.
The pale yellow liquid moistened his incredibly sensual lips, making it more alluring.
Flora’s hands rested on her knees, maintaining her usual posture. Unexpectedly, a glass of drink was handed to her, along with Dylan’s handsome face, “Drink it.”
Flora picked up the glass and swallowed it without hesitation, such requests were encountered almost every day.
The mixed drink lost its potency, but it was still full of flavor.
Before she could catch her breath, another glass was handed to her. She took it expressionlessly and drank it all.
The man seemed to be getting addicted, and Flora suddenly panicked, “Sir, I can’t drink anymore.”
Dylan pressed the glass against her lips, but she kept her mouth tightly closed, refusing to drink. If she continued, she would undoubtedly get too drunk.
The glass remained on her lips, and the strong scent of alcohol filled her nostrils. Dylan withdrew the glass, turned it with his fingers, and drank the remaining liquid, leaving Flora’s lip print on the glass. His action was unmistakably suggestive.
Swallowing the drink in his throat, he picked up another glass and tilted it, pouring its contents onto Flora’s ultra-short skirt.
“Ah—” Startled by the coldness of the alcohol, Flora watched as the dark liquid was absorbed into the white fabric, leaving an uneven stain that spread out in all directions.
“How about spending the night with me?” Dylan finally spoke, his eyes burning with intense desire.
“Mr. Bowles, please find someone else. The girls at Desire are all beautiful. Do you want me to call the manager for you?” Flora placed her hands on her knees, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at him.
“Name your price,” Dylan was unfazed, his frivolous hand already touching her sensitive collarbone.
