This was the first time Clara Grant had been so intimate with a man. No, to be precise, it was the second time. The first was a year ago.
But to be this intimate with a complete stranger while fully conscious... this was an absolute first!
It would have been impossible for Clara Grant not to be nervous, but one look at the man in front of her—a textbook case of someone who needed to be taught a lesson—and her heart settled.
'This kind of man—self-righteous, arrogant, relying on his good looks and a bit of money—acts as if every woman in the world wants to throw herself at him, to climb into his bed!'
'Hah, today I'll make him understand. You can't just say whatever you want, and you definitely can't hit on any girl you please!'
At that thought, the smile on Clara Grant's face grew even more bewitching and seductive. Her hands gripped the man's collar, pulling his head down as she slowly brought her face closer to his. Beneath them, however, her legs quietly shifted into a more advantageous position.
"So, Mr. Quinn likes to get things over with quickly?"
Seth Quinn impassively went along with her, lowering his head slowly. Inwardly, however, he scoffed. 'Let's see if she can pull off a trick any different from the other women!'
"No, I just like to enter the battle quickly. But I prefer a war of attrition. Because I'm a man with power and stamina!"
As Seth Quinn spoke, their faces were now inches apart. He had to admit, this woman was truly beautiful. Her skin was perfect, too. Even at this distance, he couldn't see a single flaw in her features or any blemish on her face.
In fact, the closer he got, the more breathtaking he found her. Even the scent of her perfume, a smell he usually detested, didn't seem so bad anymore.
It wasn't that Seth Quinn had never seen a beautiful woman before. On the contrary, he'd seen far too many—all kinds, all styles, all types. But no matter how they tried to entice him, he could never stir up the slightest bit of interest.
But now... this woman before him, with just one simple move, had made his heart go THUMP-THUMP. His mouth went dry, and a current of heat shot through his body, swelling and surging uncontrollably.
In the next second, his expression shifted. He had... actually surrendered this easily!
He actually felt an impulse to kiss her plump, glistening lips and taste her sweetness. He wanted to throw her down on the bed and completely dominate her!
'It didn't matter what kind of woman she was, or what her motives were!'
Clara Grant had one leg bent and braced against him. She had clearly felt his body's reaction and smiled to herself in triumph. In an instant, the hands gripping his collar moved to wrap around his neck.
While inwardly cursing him for being a shameless man, she brought her lips close to his ear, her breath a soft whisper. "Is that so? Then, Mr. Quinn, perhaps you could let me see for myself just how powerful and full of stamina you are?"
As she spoke, the leg braced between his quietly straightened. She gritted her teeth, preparing to bend her knee and strike him where it counts in one swift motion...
"What are you two doing?"
A high-pitched, questioning child's voice rang out, interrupting the man and woman, each lost in their own schemes. It was enough to make Clara Grant freeze mid-motion.
They both looked down toward the source of the voice at the same time. To their surprise, a chubby little toddler was standing right beside them, his little face tilted up, looking at them with an utterly baffled expression.