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**Chapter Three**

Nena stood in front of the main entrance of Salvadores Law Firm. It was only 6:30 PM, and Tanya's husband had already arrived on his motorcycle.

"Oh, my husband is here," her friend said, looking back at her. "Thanks for keeping me company while waiting for him."

"No problem," Nena smiled at her friend, pushing her towards the motorcycle. "Go ahead, I don't want you to get caught in heavy rain and traffic again!"

And she really needed to hurry. It had been raining since the morning, and the sky was getting dark. She could feel the cold wind, indicating that another downpour was imminent. She was prepared, with an umbrella in hand, but she knew commuting would be a hassle again.

Tanya hopped on the motorcycle, already wearing her raincoat. She put on her helmet before holding onto her husband's waist. He nodded at Nena before they left.

"Okay," Nena took a step to walk towards the waiting shed when she heard a honk.

She didn't proceed with crossing the street, thinking a car might be passing. It did, a silver Lexus ES, and it stopped right in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing Clint's handsome face.

Clint!

Nena tightened her grip on her shoulder bag.

"H-Hi, Attorney!" Why was she suddenly stuttering?

The man smiled. "Hop on," reaching over to open the passenger door for her.

Nena hesitated, glancing around before facing him. "Why? Where are we going?"

"You're asking me about The Org, right?"

Her eyes widened. Oh, right! Earlier, Tanya returned to the receptionist desk, and she didn't get a chance to properly say goodbye to Clint over the phone. She felt sorry about it and needed to apologize!

But here she was, contemplating whether to get into his car again.

Well, they weren't that close for her to be comfortable with such an arrangement. However, considering she had seen Clint around Salvadores Law Firm for quite a while, and they exchanged pleasantries occasionally, Nena wasn't afraid of the man.

Maybe she was just nervous because she knew she harbored emotions for him. She always had this urge to touch him when they got a little too close. And last night's image of him soaked in the rain was still vivid in her mind. The man looked like he needed warmth, and she couldn't help but entertain certain thoughts.

But what was she thinking?

"Nena," Clint called, interrupting her thoughts.

"S-Sorry, Attorney," she quickly hopped into the passenger seat.

As soon as Nena closed the door, Clint started the car. He motioned for her to put her bag in the back seat.

"Sorry earlier, Attorney, I hung up on you. I didn't want Tanya to hear me talking to you."

"Sneaking around," he grinned, keeping his eyes on the road. "Sounds fun, isn't it?"

"What sneaking around?"

He glanced at her. "Why ask me about The Org?"

"Ah, wait," Nena rummaged through her bag to retrieve the black invitation card. She waved it to get Clint's attention, and he glanced at it before returning his focus to the road. "Give me this. What's The Org for anyway? Can I use this One-Night Only Access in Las Vegas?"

He chuckled softly. Why did his laughter make her heart race? It felt like his laughter was surrounded by a certain danger. His eyes grew intense, and she was both excited and overwhelmed by the tension.

"Don't worry; you can use it here in the Philippines."

"Okay," she said, looking at the card. "So, when's the party at The Organization?"

His grin widened. "The Org really means The Orgy."

"The Orgy?"

"Don't tell me you don't know what that means, Nena," he glanced back at the road.

What was he thinking? Did he assume she knew everything just because she was a receptionist and had answers to everything? She found herself getting annoyed.

"Should I ask you about The Org if I already know? You're the one who gave this, so you should explain it to me."

He seemed impressed by her sass. His lips curled into a wider smile. One corner of his mouth was lifted before he turned the car, passing by the waiting shed she was supposed to get off.

"Attorney-"

"I'll bring you home. I know the way to your place."

She turned to him. "Are you being direct? Am I your target now?"

"Target?" he stopped the car as they encountered traffic. He let go of the steering wheel, facing her. "What do you mean by target?"

"Attorney," she raised an eyebrow, "I'm a receptionist, so I hear a lot of gossip."

He leaned back, staring at her with intensity before suddenly grabbing her chin, pulling her closer. Startled, she held onto the backrest above her, realizing there were only two options for her to grab-his lips or his well-built chest. Her eyes widened as she saw both options, and she raised her gaze to meet his challenging eyes.

Having her face this close to Clint Guillermo. Damn, was she hallucinating? But no, this was real. She could see his eyes up close, feel the warmth of his big hand that seemed to effortlessly grab her chin. She couldn't help but lower her gaze, exploring his lips. They looked so tempting, subtly pinkish, wide, and moist...

"I'm asking you," he smiled, relaxed, as if this was a routine for him.

Maybe it was. She felt like she was the one losing control, given how close their faces were.

Because of their proximity, Clint lowered his voice, a low whisper that carried mischief on his lips.

"You're a flirt," she managed to say. But it didn't feel like she was talking about Clint. It was more of a reminder to herself, an attempt to wake up from the momentary forgetfulness. She was starting to fantasize about him again. She knew her limits and the kind of relationship she wanted.

Clint would never provide that, yet here she was, feeling a kick of excitement from this close encounter with the handsome man.

He chuckled softly. "Fake news," he said before lowering his voice, lips inches away from hers.

"How fake?"

"I was never in any serious relationship, Nena," he looked back at her. "So, you can't just say that I'm a womanizer."

She adjusted her seating. "But you engage in sex with many different women."

"I don't call that womanizing. I call it a lifestyle."

"What?" she was taken aback by his statement. "How is that a lifestyle?"

He sighed. "Don't you have a sex life, Nena?"

Oh God, how did they end up on this topic?

He smiled. It seemed like he expected her to be speechless. Well, she couldn't let herself look foolish in front of him!

"Why are you asking me that?"

"I should have an idea about your sex life, but if you have none, I can give you one."

She couldn't believe what he just said.

"You know," he glanced at her. His grin now playful, as if Clint was ready to checkmate her in this debate, "stop playing dumb with me, Nena. I know you're imagining how big I am. Now, you got me curious. Will you be able to handle it? Let's find out."

Oh no. Did he hear what she was saying to Tanya?

Struggling to hold back laughter, Clint shifted his gaze back to the road. He gave the car's stick shift a push and pull, and they were already moving. His confidence was so attractive, but wait, what was he suggesting?

Was he serious?

Clint finally answered her question from earlier. "The Org is a sex club."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"I don't have time for mind games, Nena," he said seriously, determination visible in his eyes. That determination darkened his pupils, tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "You want me, and I want you. So, let's do it."

"All women want you," she retorted.

"Don't tell me you're just going to settle for imagination," he chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on her. "Don't imagine how big I am; feel it."

Annoying. His words seemed to carry images with them. She could already see herself grabbing the bulge between his thighs in her imagination. She pressed her legs together forcefully. The man's presence was intoxicating, and his words were only making it worse.

"I don't want to ruin the surprise, but," he stole a glance at her, "it's really big, Nena. You can even taste it with your own mouth if you want. I'll give you proof of how real your imagination is."

She should be turned off by how indecent his proposition was. But no, the idea was strangely pleasing to her. How could she deny that she had been daydreaming about him for a long time now? What was the point of harboring envy towards the women he had been with if this opportunity presented itself?

The excitement was making her mind whirl. The man was direct about what he wanted, and that was commendable.

Clint grew impatient with the silence between them. "I'll give you some time to decide, Nena. But once we start having sex, the deal is sealed. BDSM. Every Saturday."

He really had this whole setup planned. Looking at his handsome face, Nena could tell he wouldn't settle for anything less than what he wanted. It was like he approached relationships the way he approached winning a case. If he was eager to persuade a judge with facts and reason, he was using the same tactic on her now.

She couldn't sit still. She was in the midst of confusion, debating whether to accept his offer or not. First of all, she had an ideal relationship that was far from what Clint seemed to want. Secondly, once she gave her virginity to him, that was it. She wouldn't have anything to offer her future husband. She couldn't proudly say she was still a virgin...

Clint was growing impatient with the lingering silence. "Take your time, Nena. But once you've decided, let me know. I don't like waiting."

Unable to contain her discomfort, she glanced out of the window, attempting to calm herself.

"Sex is for marriage. Sex is for marriage. Sex is for marriage," Nena repeated in her mind until the excitement brought by Clint's words subsided.

"Take me to the FX terminal," she said firmly.

She spoke quickly because she didn't want to change her mind.

"We've already passed it," he remarked as the surroundings grew darker. It seemed he wasn't used to rejection.

"Please, Attorney," she pleaded, holding onto her bag in her lap.

Clint let out a sigh. He looked for a suitable spot to make a U-turn before returning to take her to the FX terminal.