A Night of Desire-Chapter 36: Don’t You Need to Say Sorry to Me?

"Intentional or not, that’s another matter. But shouldn’t we talk about what happened last night?"

Clara Grant froze. ’Talk? Talk about what? How? And what is there to talk about?’

’What happened last night was a complete accident. She had no choice.’

’But she couldn’t say she was the only one who got the short end of the stick. After all, she’d been drugged. He slept with her, which, in a sense, also helped her.’

’But he’s a man! Even if he was "forced," it’s not like he was at a disadvantage!’

’Besides, for a womanizer like him, a man constantly ruled by his dick, how could anyone call it "forced"? He probably couldn’t have been happier!’

’And on top of all that, she was a beautiful, innocent young woman. He was the one who lucked out!’

Thinking all this, Clara Grant irritably tried to wrench her arm from his grasp. "Sorry, but I have nothing to discuss with you."

Seth Quinn’s intense gaze on her turned colder when he heard her words. He spoke again, but his words were for the sexy woman still standing foolishly to the side, unable to grasp the situation. "You, get out!"

It took Clara Grant a couple of seconds to realize he wasn’t talking to her.

Apparently, the other woman realized it too, an extremely reluctant look appearing on her face.

She hadn’t been working at The Tuberose for just a day or two; of course she’d seen Seth Quinn before. And like most women, she was deeply captivated by his handsome features, extraordinary charisma, and noble status.

Unfortunately, for all his nobility, he was also incredibly aloof, especially toward women, to whom he was unreasonably cold.

Today, in a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity, she had finally gotten close to him. But before her relentless teasing and seduction could make him ’unleash his inner beast,’ the woman who had just burst in ruined everything.

A prize this close, only to have it snatched away? How could she stand for that?

Mustering her courage, she took two steps forward and purred seductively, "Lord Quinn..."

"Get out! Don’t make me say it a third time!"

She had only managed to get two words out before Seth Quinn spoke again. His tone was so sharp, cold, and hard that the woman trembled involuntarily. Not daring to say another word, she had no choice but to leave.

But she was still seething with resentment. As she passed Clara Grant, she shot her a venomous glare.

’That woman looked like she wanted to kill me,’ Clara Grant thought indignantly, catching the glare. ’She really doesn’t know what’s good for her. I saved her! I saved her!’

The moment the woman was out, Seth Quinn slammed the door shut with a BANG.

"’Nothing to discuss?’" Seth Quinn let go of her and crossed his arms, his eyes dripping with sarcasm. "Don’t you think you owe me an apology for last night?"

Clara Grant almost laughed out of sheer fury. ’Is this man for real? He got to sleep with me for free, and he expects an apology?’

’He was acting like some innocent virgin, and she was the wicked seductress who’d taken advantage of him!’

"Mr. Quinn, regarding last night, you may have saved me at first, but considering what you did afterward, shouldn’t you be the one apologizing to me?"

An image of himself knocking her out with a chop to the neck flashed through Seth Quinn’s mind. His expression softened infinitesimally. "Fine. Then let’s put yesterday aside and talk about the present."

’He dodged the topic of last night so easily,’ Clara Grant curled her lip in disgust. ’So he does have a guilty conscience after all!’

’But... the present?’

"What is there to discuss about the present?"

"Right now, I want to sleep with you. Name your price."