Hunter’s question was direct, but Willow felt uncomfortable.
In truth, she had never slept with Grant!
She didn’t answer directly, but instead gathered her courage to negotiate, “Attorney Hawke, you’re concerned about my existence, aren’t you? If we were to have sex and you help release my father, I promise to leave Brooksville forever and never return. I won’t bring any unhappiness to Miss Hawke’s marriage.”
Hunter suddenly laughed softly. “Miss Wright, are you more interested in saving your father or in having sex with me?”
Willow’s face reddened.
She couldn’t answer such a shameless question.
Hunter didn’t press further, slowly finishing his cigarette.
Before Willow could ask anything, she heard a slight sound as he unbuckled her seatbelt.
Then, she was pulled onto his lap.
The jacket fell open. She was dressed lightly underneath, and her clothes were still soaked, clinging tightly to her body. They quickly darkened a patch on his iron-gray pants-just looking at it felt indecent.
Outside, the rain poured heavily.
Willow was trapped in the car, forced to lean against the man, kissing him.
Hunter was skilled; within moments Willow felt her mind clouding with desire. She fell into his arms, letting him take what he wanted from her body.
Occasionally opening her eyes, she caught her wanton reflection in the car window and was secretly shocked.
Was this shameless woman really herself?
Just as they were about to proceed to the final step, Hunter-being a man of his status-naturally wouldn’t settle for the car. He pressed against her small lips, his voice husky, “There’s a high-end guest house nearby. Shall we spend the night there?”
Willow regained some clarity.
Though dazed from his kisses, her mind remained clear. So far, Hunter only wanted a casual affair with her, but she and her father couldn’t afford to wait. “Attorney Hawke, my father…”
Hunter lost interest.
He reached for another cigarette, lit it, and after a slow drag said, “If you can’t play the game, don’t play at all. It’s quite boring.”
Willow, swallowing her pride, kissed him again.
Hunter didn’t respond, his deep eyes just staring at her.
Willow’s face was flushed. She had never behaved this way before, but needing his help, she had no choice but to humble herself. Yet these small attempts at seduction were hardly enough to influence Hunter.
He smoked half the cigarette before putting it out, his voice returning to its cool tone. “I’ll take you home!”
Willow couldn’t bear to remain on his lap and supported herself as she moved away.
The affairs between men and women-all adults understood. Stopping halfway left neither of them feeling good.
Hunter’s eyes fixed on her face, his breathing a bit heated.
Willow returned to the passenger seat. She didn’t put his jacket back on, instead turning slightly to look out the window.
She understood that with her looks, Hunter wouldn’t break his principles.
She felt despair.
For the remainder of the journey, the car was silent, neither speaking.
Hunter drove her home. The rain had stopped. He didn’t get out to open the door for her, just gave her a formal nod.
Willow refused to give up. “Attorney Hawke, may I have your number?”
Hunter declined, but perhaps because of their physical contact, he pointed her in a direction. “You should find Attorney Jasper Kane. If he represents your father, he might get a reduced sentence.”
He leaned over to the glove compartment and selected a business card. “Attorney Kane’s contact information.”
Willow clutched it in her palm but hesitated to leave the car.
Hunter reached across her to open the door himself and said coolly, “Miss Wright, trading your body with men… you’ll regret it someday.”
Even with her thick skin, Willow couldn’t linger any longer.
She stepped out of the car, and as soon as the door closed, Hunter immediately drove away.
Willow stood in the dark night, her body frighteningly cold.