A Night of Desire

Chapter 214 - 211: This... What the Hell is This?

She couldn’t help but look up at Seth Quinn, but for a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

"What’s wrong? Didn’t you say you were going to bed?" Seth Quinn noticed her staring, and his lips curled into a smirk. "Are you touched by how thoughtful and considerate I am?"

As he spoke, he slowly leaned closer to her face, his voice growing softer and more alluring, but with a mischievous edge. "Want to offer yourself as thanks?"

With her face burning and heart racing, Clara Grant instantly jumped back a step. She hurried past him and began to haphazardly rifle through the bags. Grabbing the one with the pajamas, she averted her eyes and said, "I’m going to take a shower."

Then she bolted into the bathroom.

Seth Quinn turned his head to watch her flustered, petite figure, the smile on his lips widening. He only looked away when the bathroom door was shut with a SLAM.

He grabbed his own pajamas from the closet and went to shower in the bathroom of the other room.

Having fled into the bathroom, Clara Grant completely forgot about finding a guest room. She leaned against the door for a long moment, her face burning and her heart racing. Finally, she moved under the showerhead to wash up.

Still distracted, she fumbled when hanging her clothes on the rack. With a soft WHOOSH, the entire pile slid onto the floor.

The floor was wet, and she was a beat too slow to react. By the time she picked them up, her shirt and pants were soaked.

Clara Grant didn’t think much of it, assuming she had her pajamas with her. She placed the wet clothes back on the rack and started to shower.

Aware of the man waiting outside, she showered quickly. Then she grabbed the bag, pulled out the nightgown, and discovered a matching bra and underwear set underneath.

Clara Grant let out a huge sigh of relief. A moment ago, she’d been kicking herself for only grabbing the nightgown, thinking she’d have to brace herself, go out wearing only the nightgown to get her underwear, and then come back into the bathroom to put it on.

’Thank goodness. They were packed in with the nightgown.’

But before she could fully relax, her breath caught in her throat again.

As she looked at the unfolded nightgown and the underwear set, Clara Grant was dumbfounded, and her face started to flush all over again.

’What... the hell is this? Lingerie?’

’It’s one thing for him to buy me clothes, but why did he have to buy something so... so mortifying?’

’A set of all-black lace underwear, just two thin, tiny pieces of fabric. Forget about "full coverage"—I doubt this could even cover the bare essentials!’

’Well, that part wasn’t so bad. It was underwear, after all. As long as I don’t go showing it off, he’ll never see it.’

’But the nightgown itself was just as thin, with a design that revealed way too much in the front and back. How am I supposed to wear that out of the bathroom?’

’I really want to ask Seth Quinn if he was trying to save money on fabric, or if he was just doing this on purpose?’

’I don’t even need to think. The answer is obviously the latter.’

Clara Grant angrily shoved the clothes back into the bag. ’And to think I was almost touched by his "thoughtfulness" a minute ago! Turns out his consideration was completely ill-intentioned.’

’Pervert!’

’But... my own clothes are still soaking wet. I can’t just walk out naked, can I?’

After a moment of deliberation, she had no choice but to pull out the... things that could generously be called clothes. ’Showing a lot is still better than showing everything.’

’Worst-case scenario, I’ll just have to dash out, grab my other clothes, and dash back in to change.’

Face burning and heart pounding, she slipped on the outfit, silently cursing him as a pervert. Then, she cracked open the bathroom door and peeked into the room.

’Huh? Seth Quinn’s not here!’

Clara Grant was ecstatic. She dashed into the room, ran to the side of the bed, scooped up all the bags, and spun around to flee back to the bathroom.

But just as she spun around, she heard a soft CLICK from the door. An instant later, it swung open, and Seth Quinn walked in.