Chapter 3 Are You Seducing Me

Allison tensed slightly as Dominic's large hands slid down her zipper at the waist and wandered downward.

Allison had her head buried in Dominic's arms, prompting him to tease, "Feeling shy now? You seemed pretty bold just a moment ago."

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and several people entered. Their glances at Allison and Dominic hinted that they might have guessed what was happening.

Dominic drew Allison closer into his embrace, and she became acutely aware of his body's reaction to her proximity.

Thankfully, they soon reached their floor. Dominic quickly zipped Allison's dress back up and escorted her out of the elevator, his arm securely around her waist.

The moment they stepped into the room, Dominic inserted the key card, and the lights flickered on, illuminating the space.

Dominic pressed Allison against the door, which shut with a resounding "thud."

His warm breath caressed her ear as he whispered, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Allison, her fingers at the zipper of Dominic's pants, retorted playfully, "Seems like it's working, doesn't it?"

Her words barely hung in the air before her blue dress pooled around her feet. Dominic gently caressed her legs, signaling for her to lift them.

Allison shook her head, her voice pausing the moment. "Hold on a second."

She then delved into her handbag and pulled out a condom.

Dominic snatched it from her, ripping it open. "You always carry this around?"

"Mr. Clark, what do you expect me to say?" Allison responded, unflinching. She came prepared, and there was nothing to justify. She preferred this to taking medication, which she feared might harm her health.

Lost in the moment, Dominic skillfully set their pace.

Allison hadn't anticipated the depth of the consequences of her flirtation. By the time it ended, she was utterly depleted, sprawled weakly across the bed.

Dominic propped himself against the headboard, casually playing with strands of Allison's hair, his gaze intense. "Do you need my help to deal with Ethan?" he asked.

Allison froze momentarily before turning to face him. "Yes." She had no desire to keep it from him. Besides, Dominic would likely uncover her ties with Ethan regardless.

Dominic's smile was slight and chilling. "Miss Roberts, I don't mix business with pleasure."

His interest in Allison was purely physical. He had no intention of offering her more.

Dominic's harsh words had embarrassed Allison, yet she lifted her head defiantly and said, "Mr. Clark, I confess I approached you with an ulterior motive. I needed your help against Ethan. But let's be honest, Ethan is the worst. Even without your help, I'm determined to make him pay."

Dominic, however, showed no interest in her situation with Ethan. With a dismissive tone, he replied, "I see your point, but really, it's none of my business. Or are you suggesting I owe you something?"

After that, Dominic dressed and left the room swiftly.

Allison remained seated on the bed, her cheeks flushing a deep red before turning pale. She knew she was out of her depth with a man like Dominic!

When Allison exited Glamour, her phone buzzed. She eyed the unfamiliar number, hesitated for a moment, and then answered. "Hello?"

"Good evening, Miss Roberts. This is Aaron Spencer, Mr. Clark's assistant. He instructed me to offer you a ride home. The car is waiting downstairs."

Allison was tempted to disconnect the call. However, after a brief pause, she approached the Bentley parked at the curb, where Aaron awaited.

Aaron held the back door open for Allison. Dominic was conspicuously absent.

"Mr. Clark is away on a business trip," Aaron explained as he noticed Allison peering into the back seats. "He'll return in three days."

"Thank you," Allison murmured, sliding into the car and settling against the back seat for a nap.

Allison felt a wave of relief wash over her in Dominic's absence. The idea of facing him calmly so soon after his rejection was beyond her.

After dropping Allison, Aaron didn't linger and hurried to the airport.

In the waiting hall, Aaron spotted Dominic deep in conversation with a familiar figure across from him. It was Brad Martin, one of Dominic's closest friends.

Brad caught sight of the sweat on Aaron's brow and teased, "You're usually glued to your superior's side. What kept you today? You're late."

Aaron met Brad's curious gaze and sensed that rumors had reached him.

Their circle was small and news traveled fast, especially after yesterday's spectacle when Dominic had publicly escorted Allison away.

Brad had been probing Dominic about that in vain, so he turned to Aaron for some insight.

Knowing Dominic preferred not to delve into it, Aaron explained, "I simply forgot to bring a document with me and had to return to the office. That's why I was slightly delayed."

Brad, unable to obtain the clarification he sought, resigned himself to dropping the matter.

"When are you planning to leave again?" Dominic inquired.

Dominic and Brad had encountered each other at the airport. Brad, just back from overseas, and knowing Dominic was about to depart on a business trip, had seized the opportunity to catch up in a private lounge.

"I've informed the hospital that I intend to stay for good this time," Brad declared.

Dominic gave a nod, choosing to say no more.

Once Dominic left on his business journey, Allison heard nothing from him.

Burdened with her own responsibilities, Allison had little time to dwell on Dominic's silence. Her days were consumed with reaching out to clients.

Ethan's act of revenge occurred sooner than Allison had anticipated. He ceased all communication with her and didn't confront her in person.

Instead, Ethan spread the news at the dance center that they had ended their relationship.

The employees at the dance center had believed Allison's connection with Ethan was the very reason that had secured Allison a teaching job. After all, why else would they hire a recent graduate?

Previously, they had spared Allison any trouble for Ethan's sake. However, with her relationship with Ethan now over, they were done treating her with respect.

Allison was employed as a dance instructor at the dance center known for its professional dance classes, catering to an elite clientele.

Typically, her responsibilities were confined to teaching. Yet, due to purported resource shortages, the director had recently tasked her with liaising with clients from the Executive Department.

The upcoming dinner party, hosted by the dance center's investor, was an event the director insisted Allison attend.

With Charlie's medical financial burden on her, Allison couldn't afford to decline.

Standing at the doorway, Allison double-checked the room number before knocking and entering.

Inside, Allison recognized only a few faces from the dance center amid a sea of strangers.

Finding an empty chair, Allison sat down across from a girl who looked surprised to see her. "Allison, why are you here? Aren't these sorts of social events the last thing you'd want to attend?"

Her colleagues scoffed. "I was under the impression that your influential boyfriend would want to keep you away from these gatherings. Oh, how could I forget? You and Mr. Hopkins broke up recently."

"Is that why you're here? Because you no longer have anyone to back you up?"