Chapter 259

Emily Smith stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her body.

Her damp hair dripped water down her back.

She looked up and met William Johnson's burning gaze.

His eyes traced every inch of her exposed skin like embers. The towel barely covered her thighs. Droplets slid from her collarbone into the shadowed valley between her breasts. The crimson love marks stood out vividly against her flushed skin, like red blossoms on snow.

"Sweetheart, are you allergic to something?" Mia Harris's shocked voice rang from the doorway.

Emily whirled around and bolted for the bedroom. But William pinned her against the door the moment it clicked shut. His palm seared into her waist.

"Mia's in the living room—" She clutched the towel tighter.

William nuzzled her wet hair aside with his nose. "What do adults need to hide?" Before she could answer, he captured her lower lip between his teeth.

This time, Emily didn't respond. She counted the cracks on the ceiling until his ragged breathing made him release her.

"Let's go to a hotel." She pressed a hand against his chest. "Not here."

His Adam's apple bobbed. Suddenly, he buried his face in her shoulder and sucked hard. The sharp pain made her shiver, but his muffled laughter followed. "You're cruel."

When the door opened, Mia stood there munching chips, her eyes darting to Emily's swollen lips. "Need me to disappear for two hours?"

"He asked me to be his girlfriend." Emily grabbed her pajamas.

Mia's chips scattered across the floor. "And you said no?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

Emily gazed at the neon lights outside. The window reflected the fresh bite mark on her neck. "A hundred million dollars is too steep for sincerity."