Finishing his words, his slender and powerful arm scooped her into his broad, warm embrace. The scent of wood became more intense, seemingly permeating her entire being. She enjoyed this fragrance.
“Let me handle it,” he said, and his slightly cool lips pressed against hers. Roselin, caught off guard, hastily turned her head to avoid the kiss. This move was somewhat hurtful, and while she thought of explaining, she deemed it unnecessary. As the employer, everything should align with her preferences.
His distinctive, cold yet pleasant scent lingered around her nose. Despite his discreet profession, his taste was impeccable, hitting every mark according to her preferences.
“…” He paused, his voice husky, asking, “Is it okay?” She invited him here, yet he had the audacity to ask if it was permissible? Was this guy on his first day of work? Roselin, impatient with his hesitation, took matters into her own hands.
“I’ll do it.”
He took over the task from her hands, fumbling with it several times before finally undoing it. Roselin felt a moment of trance. After tonight, she and Mark Goden were now completely divergent paths, with no intersection and no possibility left.
Suddenly, a warning nibble, “From now on, you’re mine. Don’t think about other men.”
In the dim night, the white was vaguely visible. She could faintly make out his white shirt still intact. At some point, her clothes were nowhere to be found, while he remained immaculate, not a single wrinkle on his shirt.
Attempting to unbutton his shirt, her trembling hands failed several times to undo it.
In the end, he untangled himself. Unfortunately, the lighting was too dim, making it impossible to see his figure clearly. However, what she could feel were his abdominal muscles, and Roselin was quite satisfied.
True to her specifications, and even exceeding expectations, he wasn’t the typical muscle-bound man but someone who worked out regularly with a well-trained physique. Aaron’s reassurances about him were indeed reliable.
But regret gnawed at Roselin in the next moment. Everything seemed like a charade, and she vowed to give Aaron a piece of her mind tomorrow, scolding him for exaggerating the man’s capabilities. She whispered, “Deceiver.”
Fortunately, he displayed some professional ethics and, before addressing himself, leaned down to give her a gentle kiss, soothing her with a mysterious undertone in his voice.
She eventually succumbed to exhaustion, drifting into a slumber. When she woke up, the man was gone, leaving only the disarrayed room as a reminder that last night was not a dream.
Searching for her phone at the bedside, Roselin realized she had left it in the master bedroom. The alarm hadn’t rung, and judging by the daylight outside, she had overslept.
Enduring the soreness throughout her body, she got up, freshened up, and retrieved her phone. Messages from her secretary Aaron flooded in, reminding her of a jam-packed schedule for the day. She had wasted precious time by sleeping in, confirming that indulgence had its consequences.
Entering the walk-in closet, she caught sight of the undeniable marks on her body, left by a man whose passion lacked restraint. Roselin furrowed her brows. Aaron had found a man with many virtues, except for being too uninhibited.
Today, she had an art exhibition to attend, and the shoulder-baring dress she initially chose was now out of the question. Aaron would have to switch to the pre-selected high-end outfit.
Her delicate hand grazed over the wardrobe full of various garments, some still adorned with tags. Eventually, she settled on a custom-made ensemble that tastefully concealed the marks on her body. She added a scarf around her neck to cover any exposed areas.
Walking in exquisite high heels, Roselin felt an unusual awkwardness. Her legs seemed unfamiliar, and she couldn’t shake off the discomfort. Without even having time for a meal, she returned to Greenhill Club, where her styling team awaited to transform her look, change her outfit, and hurriedly sent her off to the afternoon art exhibition.
She usually favored bright and bold styles that showcased her beautiful collarbone and elegant neck. It was the first time she wore a dress that covered up to her neck. Aaron had truly faced a challenge in finding this outfit for her.
The exhibition had already begun. Being in the same social circle meant mutual promotion and obligatory exchanges of pleasantries. Her face was starting to feel strained from smiling.
Yet, everyone who laid eyes on her had a subtly peculiar expression, skillfully avoiding the question of why she wasn’t accompanied by Mark Goden. However, there was always someone with a more probing eye. A woman, a partner of Simon’s business associate, greeted her loudly, “Long time no see! Just saw Mr. Goden with that female celebrity. Am I mistaken? Is everything okay between you two?”
Roselin frowned at the comment. Mark Goden rarely attended such events; his personal assistant usually represented him. Today, she hadn’t anticipated him showing up.