The woman had a head full of golden hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Her dress was scandalously revealing-exposing half of her chest, with much of her upper body on display, while the lower part barely covered her hips. She was about the same height as Kayden, but since she leaned against the doorframe, she appeared slightly shorter. Kayden glanced down and immediately noticed the alluring parts of her figure.
It was clear what kind of woman she was without any introduction-one of those call girls catering to lonely men in hotel rooms.
Some hotels were known to slip small cards under the door, advertising “schoolgirls,” “mature women,” or “career elites,” accompanied by a phone number. But this hotel had gone a step further, boldly letting the woman herself into the room.
This kind of woman was undoubtedly the kind many men would crave. After all, who wouldn’t want to indulge in something this tempting at least once?
But to Kayden, no matter how seductive a woman was, she was still just another woman.
He stared at her for a moment before coldly replying, “Not interested.”
With that, he moved to shut the door. Before it could close, the woman’s hand shot out, gripping the doorframe.
“Don’t be so hasty, handsome. Take a look first-you might like what you see.”
Without waiting for permission, she pushed the door open and walked into the room. Standing before Kayden, she began to strip off her clothes.
As her garments fell away, her body was laid bare before him, every inch visible.
Then, she did something even more outrageous-she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Kayden’s disgust was immediate. Was this woman insane?
Who did she think she was? Did she really believe she could approach him like this?
On the battlefield, a female enemy general-far more beautiful than this woman, perhaps tens of thousands of times more stunning-had once tried the same tactic. That woman had been breathtaking, the kind of beauty that could topple kingdoms, a flawless goddess who could make anyone lose control.
And yet, Kayden had resisted. He’d kept his composure and mercilessly killed her, earning himself the reputation of a cold-blooded man.
It wasn’t that he was immune to desire or incapable of appreciating beauty. But he had grown numb to killing, and death had dulled his perception of beauty and ugliness alike. In his world, there were only two kinds of people-the living and the dead.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the woman’s wrist, yanked her clothes back over her, and hoisted her to her feet. Startled, she looked up at him in shock. Kayden didn’t hesitate-he threw her out of the room.
A muffled cry echoed down the hallway, followed by the faint sound of her angry protests.
Moments later, silence returned.
“Pathetic,” Kayden muttered.
As he prepared to rest, there was another knock at the door.
Annoyed, he turned toward it and called out coldly, “I’m not interested. Go away!”
The knocking continued, steady and deliberate.
Frustrated, Kayden walked over and flung the door open.
Once again, a wave of perfume hit him. This time, the scent was heavier than before, filling the entire hallway. It was clear this was a different woman, wearing a different perfume.
Standing in the doorway was a strikingly elegant woman. Her figure was curvaceous, her posture confident, and her smile seductive, with two dimples that appeared like springs of water on her cheeks.
She wore a floral-patterned lace dress that exuded sophistication and allure. Every inch of her seemed designed to captivate, from the way she stood to the mature charm emanating from her.
When she took a step forward, the slit in her dress parted, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her leg.
Kayden instinctively looked down, catching a glimpse of something so provocative it was almost too much to bear.
Mature women were called such because they carried an intangible quality-an air of experience, confidence, and allure that could overwhelm most men. It was the kind of presence that was nearly impossible to resist.
Amelia, the woman before him, noticed Kayden’s momentary daze and knew she had him halfway under her spell.
She had earned her reputation as a “young man’s killer.” Many men had fallen for her charms, unable to resist the fantasies she inspired. Kayden might be skilled or talented, but he was still a young man-one brimming with hormones. How could he possibly resist her allure?
Amelia was confident in herself and prepared to give everything tonight. If it meant saving her father and restoring her brother’s status, the sacrifice would be worth it.
And who knew? If something did happen between them, it might not be such a bad thing for her either.
She gazed into Kayden’s eyes and smiled softly. “Doctor, may I come in now?”
Kayden’s eyes lingered on her figure, his brows furrowing slightly. Before he could answer, Amelia took the liberty of stepping inside.
She wore red high heels, her pale, flawless feet peeking out with every step. The sight was almost too alluring to ignore.
Once inside, Amelia turned her back to Kayden, deliberately swaying her hips as she walked further into the room. She stopped by the bed and slowly sat down, bending over to remove her heels.
Her delicate feet, painted with red nail polish, were revealed as she pulled her high heels off. She casually lifted one leg onto the bed, her movements natural yet impossibly seductive.
Despite being in her forties, Amelia’s beauty and poise surpassed that of many women half her age. Her skin was flawless, her figure enviable. She was the kind of woman who could make any man, regardless of age, lose himself in her charms.
It was precisely this confidence in her appearance that made Amelia so self-assured.
Many wealthy men-both young playboys and older tycoons-had expressed their admiration for her. They had pursued her shamelessly, offering her anything she could desire.
Now, she was willingly offering herself to a young man like Kayden. Surely, he would be thrilled by her attention.
She looked at him with a playful smile and said, “I wasn’t sure what type you liked, so I chose this dress. Do you like it? If not, I have other options in my bag.”
Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she spoke.
Suddenly, Kayden reached out and shut the door. His gaze fixed on her, unblinking.
Here stood a woman, practically throwing herself at him. How could any man resist?
Kayden was young, full of vitality. He had easily dismissed the previous woman, but this one was different. Her mature allure was intoxicating, and for the first time, he felt his resolve wavering.
After the earlier encounter, he couldn’t deny that his thoughts were beginning to drift into dangerous territory.
Kayden moved, taking deliberate steps toward Amelia.
She had offered herself to him willingly. How could he refuse?