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Scarlett pushed against Uri, tears welling in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her body betraying her. A moan escaped her lips. No! She couldn’t just give in. She bit down hard on her tongue, the pain jolting her back to some semblance of sobriety. She violently lifted her knee, aiming for Uri’s nose.
Uri, half–kneeling, was pulling at her jeans when she struck. He yelped, instinctively releasing her, clutching his nose and collapsing to the floor.
Scarlett scrambled up, biting her tongue again to stay sober. She aimed a powerful kick at his groin.
“Aaargh!” he howled, writhing on the floor.
Seeing a small spray bottle dropping out of his pocket, she grabbed it, held her breath, and sprayed it repeatedly into his face before scrambling towards the door. A rush of cool air hit her as she flung open the door, getting her a measure of clarity. She quickly wiped the bottle clean of fingerprints, tossed it back into the room, and slammed the door shut before fleeing.
But her legs were unsteady; she could barely run. She clutched the walls for support. A searing heat consumed her, one thought dominating her mind: Find a man!
She knew what would happen if this continued. Either she’d be stripped naked and humiliated in public, or found unconscious by some stranger.
Should she call the police? This upscale club had powerful connections; they’d be there before the police arrived.
Call a friend? Too late!
What should she do?
A door clicked open. Scarlett whirled around, seeing the door to room 89 opening. If Chase- found her, she’d be back in Uri’s bed!
Her best chance was to find an empty room, hide, splash cold water on herself, and ride it out. She threw open the nearest door. It opened. She slipped inside, slamming the door shut. As the door closed, she saw Anya heading towards room 88. Anya had just opened the door wher someone yanked her inside with a scream.
Scarlett locked the door, engaging the chain. The room was dark and silent; thankfully, it was empty. Relief washed over her, only to be immediately replaced by the overwhelming desire.
She collapsed against the wall, sliding down, removing her t–shirt to cool herself. She heard her ragged breathing and her racing heart. Her body felt like it was being devoured by ants. The agony was unbearable, forcing stifled moans from her lips.
Suddenly, the lights flickered on.
Scarlett’s consciousness was fading. Through the haze, she saw a tall, handsome man. He looked to be in his thirties. He had strong features, deep–set eyes, a strong nose- he should be mixed race. She felt like a desert traveler seeing an oasis, crawling towards him.
“Help me! Please, help me…”
She had naturally beautiful face and a stunning figure. Her hair was drenched, her eyes
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glistening. Her voice was soft, sweet and alluring.
an ambulance?” The man’s sapphire–blue eyes darkened.“Should I call the police or She wanted him to help her to the bathroom to splash cold water on herself.“Shower.. I need a cold shower…” She clung to his leg, pulling herself to her knees.
The moment her skin touched his, the taut control snapped. She had only one thought: I want this man! She was like a starving person seeing bread, clinging to him, pleading, “Help me! I’ll pay!”
The man stiffened. He pulled her up, his voice deep.“I’ll take you to the hospital.” Her ears were ringing; she couldn’t hear anything. Her body felt like it was on fire, her blood boiling, her heart threatening to explode.
She reached up, kissing him, wrapping herself around him like a serpent. Her trembling hand
eached for his slacks.
His eyes instantly darkened.“I gave you the chance.”
