She had incredibly beautiful eyes — bright and clear, like polished onyx. They sparkled with spirit and clarity, as if filled with the brilliance of the whole world.
"Wow… are all the male escorts this good-looking these days?" Cheng Anya murmured to herself.
This man was just too handsome. According to Lin Li, the escorts in this bar were all top-tier — exceptional looks, refined temperament — and this man fit the description perfectly. So Cheng Anya naturally assumed he was one of them.
Ye Chen's face darkened instantly, his long eyes narrowing dangerously.
An escort? She thought Ye Chen was an escort?
Damn this girl — she was dead meat.
Before he could say anything, Cheng Anya grabbed him by the collar and, like a mini mafia boss, growled, "Hey, how much for a night?"
Veins bulged on Ye Chen's forehead, his icy gaze sending chills down the spine. His hand, which had instinctively held her by the waist, suddenly tightened, pulling her soft body hard against his solid chest. "You're here… looking for a man?"
"No shit. Why else would I be asking you?"
God, even his voice was magnetic. With looks and a voice like this, he must make a killing in this line of work, Cheng Anya thought.
"Perfect." Ye Chen's voice was bone-chillingly cold. For some reason, her words triggered a surge of fury inside him. He yanked her into a private elevator. Since she was looking for a man, he wasn't going to play nice.
He had turned down countless women that night — wasn't in the mood. But now, out of nowhere, this girl had ignited a fire in him.
By the time Lin Li and the sleazy man returned with the check, Cheng Anya was already gone. Lin Li stomped her feet in frustration, while the man's eyes glinted with menace.
Inside the elevator, Cheng Anya was breaking into a sweat. A wave of heat surged through her body, restless and burning. The pure and sweet girl quickly transformed into a sultry seductress, her young body rubbing up against Ye Chen's with every sway, her breath hot and sweet against his ear.
Soft moans full of pleasure floated in the small space, stirring the man's senses.
Mmm… this man smelled so good — a faint tobacco scent, no artificial cologne. Clean and warm. She didn't even know what was happening to her. Her body was burning up, and only by pressing and rubbing against him could she ease that fire.
So good...
With a whimper, her small hands slid greedily inside his shirt...
Damn! Had she seriously turned into a perv?
Ye Chen's breath became unsteady under her relentless teasing. His usually iron-clad self-control was starting to crack. This woman — she was a living temptress. She twisted impatiently in his arms, her eyes seductive, beauty glowing, scent intoxicating.
He forgot his anger, curled a devilish smile, and tilted her chin up. His deep eyes looked dangerously at her blushing face, and he couldn't resist — he lowered his head and kissed her flushed lips.
So sweet.
The taste was addictively sweet. Ye Chen never lacked women. As the heir of BS International, women lined up, willing to strip and lie down for him. He had so many he swapped them out more often than his clothes. But he had a quirk — he never kissed women on the lips. A bit of a germophobe, maybe.
But this time, he broke his own rule.
His agile lips pried her mouth open, conquering her like a fortress. He teased and sucked her delicate tongue, trailing over every inch of her soft skin. A shiver ran down Cheng Anya's spine, her whole body trembling, legs going weak. If Ye Chen hadn't been holding her, she would've collapsed right there in embarrassment.
This man… was dangerously seductive!
His kiss was domineering, wild, and consuming — the kind that could make a girl lose herself.
Cheng Anya, untouched and naïve, responded with raw passion, completely lighting Ye Chen's fire. He almost couldn't hold back — nearly took her right there in the elevator.
This woman was like opium — addictive and deadly.
Their young bodies clung desperately to each other, breathless and flushed. The small elevator was thick with heat, tangled gasps and groans filling every inch of space.
Ding— The crisp chime brought Ye Chen back to reality. Gritting his teeth, he suppressed his blazing desire and dragged a nearly limp Cheng Anya toward his private suite, eyes dark with stormy restraint.
Waves of heat crashed within him.
Damn it, could you not be a little gentler?!
Wrist aching from being yanked, Cheng Anya finally snapped — furious.