Chapter 3 Now, I'm Picking You Up

In a luxurious presidential suite, Mervyn threw Harriet into a bathtub.

His action was a sign of his exasperation!

"Poof..." Harriet sank into the water, gulped in bathwater, and coughed, "Cough!"

Her slender arms clung to the edge of the bathtub, and her head resurfaced. She had a pair of fox's eyes and looked more seductive when she smiled. Now her head was messed by the alcohol, and she somehow leered at Mervyn.

Seductive coquette!

In this aspect, she hadn't changed.

"Hey." Now her cheeks were rosy, and she spoke in a sassy voice, "Are you trying to get me wet?"

Mervyn curled up his lips, snorted, and replied in a meaningful tone, "Aren't you wet already?"

... She was wet in the water!

Harriet crooked her finger, "Come here."

Her pretty face looked seductive...

His Adam's apple rolled, and he bent down.

Harriet exhaled in his ear, "I only need you to answer a question. If you get it right, I'll let you pick me up!"

"Oh?" Mervyn narrowed his eye and raised his tone, "Why should I?"

"Well?" Harriet was hypnotized, "Because I'm pretty!"

"Yuck." Not impressed, Mervyn sneered.

He looked down at her chest, "Yeah? I don't think so. Here, aren't they a bit flat?"

"Flat?" Exacerbated, Harriet regarded it as a challenge to her charm.

With a start, she rose from the water. Her wet clothes stuck to her body, setting off her curvy figure.

While Mervyn was wondering about her action, she raised her hand, put it on her chest... and then jerked downward!

Not over yet...

She grabbed his hand and jerked it to her chest with a slap!

Damn, what a sensation from his palm!

His pupils contracted abruptly ...and became fervent! He was turned on, and it must be vented out...

Somehow, Harriet grinned, "How is it? How does it feel? Still flat? Am I pretty enough for you?"

"Mm, you're fine." Mervyn threw his arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his arms.

"Mm." Harriet whined, put her hands on his chest, and complained, "So hard, like a rock..."

Mervyn curled up his lips, lowered his head, kissed her on her earlobe, and blew air, "You like it?"

"Mm..." Harriet mumbled deliriously, "What?"

Mervyn's eyes went dim. He could wait no more.

"Now, I'm picking you up!"

"Huh?" Harriet narrowed her eyes and struggled uncomfortably in his tight embrace and her wet clothes, unaware that her action added fuel... to his fire of desire!

She lifted her head but couldn't see his dashing face clearly, "Answer me, am I pretty? Sexy? Do you like me?"

Why did she ask such a question? Did her husband cheat on her? Was she drunk because of... her husband?

"You're pretty and sexy. I like you!"

Mervyn gritted his teeth, scooped her up from the water, and supported her... Losing her balance, she instinctively clasped his waist with her legs and threw her arms around his neck. Her eyes were misty, blank, and innocent.

His deep eyes reflected her stunning appearance.

As his Adam's apple rolled, Mervyn swiftly clasped the back of her head and pressed his thin lips down.

"Mmm..." Harriet whined but somehow didn't feel sick!