A Night of Desire-Chapter 111: Collecting Some Interest

Clara Grant’s gaze shifted from the jacket draped over her to Seth Quinn’s face.

When he was awake, this man was always cold and domineering, the picture of aloof arrogance. But while he slept, much of that fierceness was gone, leaving him with a surprisingly peaceful and serene aura.

Clara Grant glanced down at the jacket again. ’I never thought he could be this considerate,’ she mused.

When he was awake, she never dared to get too close. She was afraid his intimidating aura would harm her, and she was afraid of those deep, bottomless eyes that seemed to capture one’s very soul.

But now that he was asleep, Clara grew bolder. She quietly sat up and leaned closer to him.

’He really is handsome,’ she thought. ’Those eyelashes... they’re longer, curlier, and more beautiful than any woman’s.’

’And that high-bridged nose... even plastic surgery could probably only hope to achieve a result like this.’

’And his skin is so smooth and flawless...’

’It’s just not fair! How can his skin be even better than a woman’s?!’

’And those thin, sexy lips...’

As her gaze fell on his lips, Clara subconsciously recalled their earlier kiss. His lips had been cool but not cold, a cool, sweet sensation that had felt... surprisingly pleasant.

’And he seems to be a very good kisser,’ she thought. ’Every time, he makes my face flush and my heart pound, making me lose my senses.’

’I wonder how many women he had to go through to get that good.’

’Ugh, what am I thinking?!’

Realizing what was running through her mind, Clara’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she silently cursed herself.

’What’s the point of being handsome? He’s still a brute, a tyrant!’

’Does he think being handsome gives him a free pass? That he can just do whatever he wants and act like no one else matters?!’

Miles Quinn is handsome too, so how can he be so gentle and approachable?

’And they’re supposed to be brothers!’

She made a few faces at him. Just as Clara was about to sit up straight, she heard Seth Quinn speak, his eyes still closed. "What? Had your fill of staring? Ready to run off now?"

Clara jumped, her head snapping toward him. The man’s eyes were open, a teasing glint in them as he stared at her.

Clara felt the mortifying embarrassment of being caught red-handed. She wanted to bolt from the car that very second, but before she could even move, his hand shot out and seized her chin.

"Aren’t you going to give me a little reward?"

The man’s low, husky voice washed over her, his warm breath ghosting across her face before his lips met hers.

In truth, Seth Quinn hadn’t been asleep at all. When the car arrived, he saw that she was still sleeping and couldn’t bring himself to wake her. After scrolling through his phone for a bit, he decided to close his eyes and rest as well.

So, the moment Clara woke up and leaned toward him, he sensed it.

But for some reason, he kept his eyes closed, content to let her soft breaths wash over him, just feeling her presence nearby.

He knew she was watching him, just as he had watched her while she slept.

Suddenly, he was filled with the desire to know if she would do as he had done—steal a kiss while he was "asleep."

He waited in anticipation.

But in the end, she disappointed him.

’After sneaking glances at him for a while, she was just going to leave? Just like that?’

’He considered himself handsome, and his status was beyond reproach. Was none of that the least bit attractive to her?’

’Since she wouldn’t make the first move, he would just have to collect a little interest himself!’

And so, he kissed her again, catching her off guard.

However, like the kiss he’d given her while she slept, it was just a fleeting touch, light as a dragonfly skimming water. Then he let her go.

The moment Clara was free, she shot him a venomous glare. "Pervert!"

She quickly pushed the door open and scrambled out of the car. But when she looked up, she froze, completely dumbfounded.