"Get up, did you hear me?" Melody Thorne's hand guarded her dress, stopping him from moving recklessly.
Jared Quinn's large hand reached into her dress, feeling her soft, delicate body.
She definitely had feelings for him; he could see that clearly.
"Your phone is ringing, the phone," Melody Thorne struggled to take out his phone, showing a call from Timothy Lockwood.
"I'm not answering," he said. How could he be in the mood to answer Timothy's call now? His mind was filled with thoughts of conquering her.
Jared Quinn hung up the call and turned off the phone.
"Knock, knock," the car window was tapped several times.
"Hey, hey, are you leaving or not? Don't block the way," someone shouted.
Jared Quinn looked up, his gaze like a sword, releasing Melody Thorne and rolling down the window. The person outside shivered at his cold stare, nearly frightened to death, and stuttered, "N-n-nothing, y-you two carry on."
