A Night of Desire

Chapter 399 - 392: What If Someone Goes In?

Listening to their conversation, Chase Childs couldn’t help but picture Holly Summers’s incredibly expressive face.

As he thought of her, he found himself blushing.

River Sterling immediately noticed something was off and instantly shifted his focus to him. "Hey, Chase, what are you blushing for? Come on, tell me, who were you just thinking of? Was it that girl you like?"

Chase Childs collected himself but ignored him, merely nodding slightly. "President Jennings, President Sterling, we should head back to the office. With President Quinn away, you two need to be there to hold down the fort."

With that, he simply turned and left.

"Heh, look at him. Gets all shy the moment you mention women. How’s a guy like that ever going to land a girl?" River Sterling teased with a roguish grin.

"He’ll land one when the time is right!" Linden Jennings gave him a pat on the back. "Let’s go."

But River Sterling glanced worriedly back at the private room’s door and whispered to Linden Jennings, "Hey, Linden, I know it’s a good thing that Seth can finally seal the deal with Clara, but... isn’t doing it here a bit much? What if someone accidentally walks in on them while they’re in the heat of the moment..."

Linden Jennings shot him a sideways glance. "You worry for nothing. Who would dare just walk into that private room? Do they have a death wish?"

Despite saying that, to be safe, Linden Jennings still found the manager of The Tuberose on his way out and gave an order: no one was to enter private room 308 without permission.

Inside the private room, the atmosphere was blazing. Even the air, once cool from the air conditioning, now seemed scorching hot.

At this moment, Clara Grant—whether from the alcohol or because she truly meant what she said about having some no-holds-barred breakup sex—was no longer her usual reserved and shy self. Instead, she was forward and fiery.

She kissed Seth Quinn’s lips fervently while her hands moved to unbutton his shirt.

Seth Quinn kissed her back instinctively, but his hands couldn’t help trying to stop her. His chest heaved violently with desire as he panted out a muffled plea from between their tightly pressed lips, "Clara, let’s go home. Can we go home?"

But her response was an even more passionate invitation.

Her delicate hand slid down from his chest and continued its descent, finally brushing against that place that was both soft and yet capable of such hardness.

Her light touch sent a shiver through Seth Quinn’s entire body.

If he’d had any self-control a moment ago, it was gone now. His mind was consumed by a single thought: to pin her beneath him and devour her, leaving not even the bones.

He acted on that thought. In an instant, their two figures were overlapping on the wide, soft sofa, twisting and tangling together...

But when his hand brushed against her underwear and felt the thin pad beneath, Seth Quinn froze. All his movements ceased, and his mind cleared considerably.

He couldn’t help but smile bitterly. ’How could I have forgotten? She’s still on her period. How could I have let her seduce me and get so carried away, fooling around with her when she’s drunk and not in her right mind?’

Unfulfilled, he was aching with need, but Seth Quinn nevertheless pushed away the woman still rubbing against him and got to his feet.

Pushed back onto the sofa, Clara Grant’s delicate brows knitted together, as if she couldn’t accept it. She didn’t pounce on him again, however. Instead, she stared with wide, watery, unfocused eyes and murmured with a soft, self-deprecating laugh, "So, he despises me so much now that he won’t even touch me in a dream."

Her tone was filled with deep sadness and self-mockery. Then, a single tear escaped her eye, sliding down to land in her hair, which was splayed across the sofa...