Even though Sophie Foster tried her best to act like a pro, her continuously tightening grip betrayed the tension in her heart.
Nicholas Croft didn't speak again. The prey he had his eyes on was already at his lips, so whether she was experienced or a novice, he wouldn't let her go.
Exiting the elevator, he held Sophie Foster's hand and walked towards the room. With a swipe of the card, the door opened, and as soon as they entered, the tall man pressed Sophie against the door.
He wasn't a man with a cleanliness obsession but didn't like kissing women with thick lipstick. However, he really didn't want to wait any longer, not even for a minute...
His cool lips covered Sophie's in a very unfamiliar sensation. Sophie closed her eyes, her hands clenching tightly onto the door behind her, her eyelashes coated with mascara trembling continuously.
