Brian Harris looked at her moist, fox-like eyes gazing at him with passion, and he more or less understood what was going on. He put on a stern face: “Do you even know where you are? You dare to eat anything here? You—such a small person, but with such guts. You’re a woman; you’d better come here less often in the future.” Clearly, Brian Harris had no good feelings toward women who bought sex.

“I—this is my first time here.” Although she felt there was no need to explain, under the influence of desire, Emily Cooper just wanted to please the man in front of her. Her misty, seductive eyes blinked enchantingly: “Can you help me see what kind of medicine that bottle is?” She was more or less sure, but wanted to know what mistake she had made. She remembered that the bottle clearly had the words “contraceptive” written on it—how did it turn out to be an aphrodisiac?

Still in shock, Brian Harris stared dumbly at the small medicine bottle, stunned!

Emily Cooper curiously leaned in to take a look, and was stunned as well!

It was because the bottle was wrapped with a handwritten note, which actually said: This bottle is not a contraceptive.

The same thought arose in both their minds: “Isn’t this… just too ridiculous?”

Emily Cooper was furious. Why did the person who wrote the label have to be so annoying? If it’s not, then it’s not—why write it out? Because of that, she only saw the last three characters. She then looked at Brian Harris suspiciously, wondering if this nightclub was his family’s business—why were even the medicine labels so ridiculous?

“Ahem, why are you looking at me? I don’t know anything.” Sensing her strange gaze, Old Harris quickly distanced himself, then explained for them: “I guess this aphrodisiac is a banned substance, but contraceptives aren’t. Maybe they were afraid of inspections, so they did this. Or maybe the person who wrote the label, hmm, just has a knack for being funny.”

Nonsense, Emily Cooper rolled her eyes, but her breathing grew even more rapid. Looking at the disheveled Old Harris, why did he suddenly seem so handsome?

Since she’d already fallen, why not… just indulge herself for once tonight!

The scales of reason had already tipped toward the edge of desire. Emily Cooper removed the sheet, exposing her fair and sexy body to the man. Her elegant hands slowly slid up from her ankles, brushing along the inside of her snowy white thighs and stopping at the edge of her lace panties, striking a seductive, blood-stirring pose. Her pearly teeth bit gently on her lower lip, her lashes trembling slightly, her alluring eyes misty with desire. She shot the man a playful, reproachful glance, her voice soft and inviting, almost whispering: “Why don’t we… go again?”

Chapter 11: The Trouble You Can’t Shake Off

The fresh air of the morning was undoubtedly the most enticing. Gentle light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the room. The bodies of the young man and woman were cast in an especially decadent light. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and even the large pieces of furniture showed signs of being moved—evidence of the wild storm that had taken place here.

After washing up, neither of them spoke again. The woman’s little schemes were already at work. Emily Cooper’s wanton, fallen appearance had been seen by Brian Harris in full. If they worked together, who knew if she’d ever be able to hold her head up again? There’s a saying about burning bridges after crossing them—without a doubt, that’s exactly what Emily Cooper intended to do.

The woman in red, who had disappeared for the whole night, finally reappeared. She glanced ambiguously at Emily Cooper and laughed coquettishly: “Miss, our new guy here satisfied you, didn’t he? Hehe, look at that rosy glow on your face. I told you I wouldn’t lie. ” Her appreciative gaze fell on Old Harris, and she laughed approvingly: “Not bad, I really didn’t misjudge you. Not only are you good-looking, but your body’s not bad either. Hehe, just look at the state of this room. It’s fine, as long as the lady is satisfied. I’ll have someone come clean up in a bit.”

“Satisfied? Satisfied my ass!” Unexpectedly, Emily Cooper suddenly glared, and with one kick sent the just-about-to-get-up Old Harris back onto the bed. She then looked, slightly displeased, at the dazed woman in red: “I only found out about this place through a friend’s introduction. I thought it would be good, but your service really disappointed me. All that glitz and glamour—hmm, I’m afraid I won’t be coming back.”

Old Harris was so frustrated—he’d taken a kick for nothing, and for no reason at all.

“Oh? Why aren’t you satisfied? I saw you two…” The woman in red looked at them in confusion. The satisfied look between the woman’s brows couldn’t be mistaken.

As if she’d read the woman’s mind, Emily Cooper shot Brian Harris a look of disgust: “You know the saying ‘seven times a night’? Hehe, sorry, that’s not him. This guy is ‘seven times an hour’—premature, impotent, no passion. If I hadn’t been chasing after him, there’s no way I’d have been satisfied. With service like that, do you think I’d come back?”

Brian Harris felt wronged, aggrieved—ah, don’t even mention it.

The woman in red asked again: “Miss, it’s not that I don’t believe you, but just look at this scene…” Even the big furniture had been moved. In all her years, she’d never seen such a wild—no, such a brutal—scene.

“I’ll tell you the truth.” Emily Cooper pretended to be agitated, pointing at the furniture and complaining loudly: “You don’t know—he couldn’t last even a moment, and then ran all over the room to hide from me. I had to chase him! See that TV cabinet? That’s what got knocked crooked when I cornered him there.”

Brian Harris curled his lips, thinking: “Hmph, that’s because I dragged you over there.”

“See that wardrobe? That’s because I forced him in there so he had nowhere to run. That’s how it got knocked askew.”