The solid colored silk scarf matched her clothes perfectly, adding a hint of sensuality.
"This way, nothing can be seen," Harrison Yale smiled and planted a kiss on her cherry lips.
Then, his thin lips moved to her ear, whispering charmingly, "Is there anywhere else on your body that feels uncomfortable? It's your first time. If it doesn't feel good, we can visit Aunt tomorrow."
"..." Emma Aiden, having barely stopped her nosebleed, felt it coming back.
She reached for her carry-on bag and turned to run toward the door.
No sooner had she taken a step than she realized Harrison Yale's arm was still around her waist.
She couldn't leave as he didn't let go.
"Emma, about last night, you still owe me an explanation." Harrison Yale's dark eyes were deep, staring at her as if ablaze.
