A Night of Desire-Chapter 27: How Could He Let a Woman Like Her Have Her Way

Seth Quinn went out and sat on the sofa for a good while, but Clara Grant still hadn’t come out. A hint of impatience flickered across his face, yet he stood up and returned to the bathroom.

The bathroom door was still ajar, just as he’d left it. He frowned and pushed it open, but the moment he did, he froze mid-step.

In the faintly steamy bathroom, Clara Grant’s naked form starkly burst into view.

The visual impact was far more direct and intense than before. Seth Quinn felt his heart give a single, heavy THUMP.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he unconsciously swallowed hard. When he finally realized something was wrong with her, his brow furrowed deeply, and he started walking toward her.

Her underwear and bath towel were tossed carelessly on the floor. She didn’t have a stitch on, yet Clara Grant still felt hot. Unbearably hot. Even hotter than before she was out in the rain! 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

She had only felt a little cold earlier, so she’d taken a hot shower to warm up. Who would have thought...

"Ugh, why is it so hot? It’s killing me..." Clara Grant’s hands began to claw at her own body, but she only grasped her smooth skin. Still, she clutched and scratched frantically, as if tearing off this layer of skin would finally cool her down.

In moments, angry red scratches appeared on her neck, chest, and arms, but she ignored them and kept tearing at her flesh.

"...I’m burning up... The rain? Where’s the rain? Why isn’t it raining anymore?..."

Seth Quinn stepped forward and seized her by both arms. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice hard as ice.

"Ngh..."

At his touch, Clara Grant immediately let out a moan like a whimpering kitten. Her beautiful, shimmering eyes grew hazy, now swimming with raw desire as she looked at him.

"...Are you here to save me? ...I’m so hot, it hurts... Please, I’m begging you... save me..."

With that, she threw herself at him without a second thought.

Seth Quinn caught a familiar scent on her. Body wash. He grew annoyed, his grip on her arms tightening. "You took a hot shower?"

The smell of body wash clung to her, and combined with the faint steam in the bathroom he’d overlooked earlier, it was obvious she’d taken a hot shower.

’He’d figured that no matter how potent the aphrodisiac, a cold shower should have held it off for a while. She had just taken one, so how could the effects have come roaring back so quickly? So that was it—the fool had taken a hot shower!’

’He was starting to wonder if she was in on it with that fat bastard, just pretending to be a victim so he would rescue her.’

’Of course, that meant she’d drunk the wine on purpose, all to put on this seductive act and lure him in!’

’Otherwise, why couldn’t she wait to take a hot shower right after the heat had subsided a little? What else could it be but a deliberate attempt to bring the drug’s effects surging back?’

’Hmph. Trying to seduce him and climb into his bed? As if he’d ever give a woman like that what she wanted!’

Without waiting for Clara Grant to answer, Seth ruthlessly dragged her under the showerhead. He twisted the knob, turning the cold water on full blast and aiming the spray directly at her head.

After a long while, only when Clara Grant was hugging herself and let out a violent sneeze did Seth Quinn finally turn off the water. To prevent her from taking another hot shower, he didn’t let her dry off. He just grabbed a fresh bath towel, draped it over her, and hauled her out.

However, Seth Quinn had clearly underestimated the drug’s potency. The dazed Clara Grant remained quiet for only a few moments before she began a fresh onslaught.