Chapter26 Seduction After Getting Drunk
"Miranda! Watch your mouth!" Harrison's face instantly darkened. "During our marriage, I never did anything to wrong you!"
Never did anything to wrong her?
If that were true, their child wouldn't have died.
Looking at Harrison's face, Miranda felt that wasting even one more word on him was pointless.
She didn't want to get tangled up with him anymore. She turned to leave.
"Stop!" Harrison stepped forward, blocking her path again. "What will it take for you to give up this opportunity?"
He looked her up and down.
"Ariana has over three years of work experience and prepared thoroughly for this lecture. You may have been an excellent student, but you've been out of the workforce for three years. Rushing to prepare, you definitely won't do as well as her."
"I'm advising you for your own good. Otherwise, you'll be the one embarrassed."
"Whether I embarrass myself is my business. I don't need your concern, Mr. Whitmore." Miranda's eyes turned completely cold. "And please, Mr. Whitmore, control yourself. Don't be like a rabid dog off its leash, lunging to bite at everything you see!"
With that, she gave him no further chance to speak, walking past him and disappearing into the night.
C City, at a five star hotel's presidential suite.
Clifton's tall figure stood before the massive floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the brilliant nightscape of the city below.
Knock knock knock.
The door was rapped.
A team member pushed the door open and entered, reporting with a solemn expression. "Captain, we've obtained detailed information on that person's itinerary. Tomorrow morning, he'll be attending a career planning lecture for graduates at C City University."
"Good. Regroup tonight and prepare." Clifton's deep voice resonated through the room.
Miranda returned from the restaurant to the hotel.
Swiping her key card to open the door, she found only a bedside lamp lit in the room, its warm yellow light spilling gently downward.
Clifton had already finished washing up and was half reclined against the headboard, wearing a black silk robe with the collar slightly open, revealing his defined collarbones.
One hand rested casually on the comforter while his other uninjured hand held an English language financial magazine, his expression focused.
Miranda didn't disturb him. She grabbed her sleepwear and went into the bathroom.
When she emerged from the bathroom toweling her hair, she was surprised to find a delicate late night snack on the small dining table in the room.
A seafood pasta dish with a bottle of red wine beside it, its aroma wafting to her nose in wisps.
Miranda's steps halted. She looked toward the man still reading his magazine, her voice carrying the hoarseness of someone fresh from bathing. "You ordered this?"
Clifton lifted his eyes from the magazine, his gaze sweeping over her slightly damp long hair and moisture covered face.
"The hotel sent it."
"Oh."
Miranda didn't think much of it. For a presidential suite at a five star hotel, sending a late night snack was normal enough.
After asking Clifton if he wanted any and receiving a negative response, she sat at the small table and enjoyed it herself.
Full and satisfied, she went back to the bathroom to rinse her mouth before pulling back the covers on her side of the bed and lying down.
The soft mattress instantly enveloped her. She closed her eyes, ready to sleep.
But tonight, perhaps because she'd been drinking, her senses seemed amplified countless times.
The crisp, pleasant scent of body wash from Clifton beside her, mixed with his unique male hormones, teased her nerves relentlessly.
After who knows how long, Miranda opened her eyes and turned on her side, studying the man beside her without restraint in the dim yellow light.
Below his high bridged nose were thin, sharply cut lips.
Miranda's gaze finally settled on his bobbing Adam's apple.
That protruding bone moved slightly up and down with his steady breathing, carrying a kind of deadly sensuality.
As if bewitched, Miranda slowly extended a hand, her slender fingertips uncontrollably touching that slightly prominent Adam's apple.
The skin beneath her fingertips was warm and firm. She could even feel the subtle vibrations full of vitality.
Almost the instant she made contact, Clifton furrowed his brow, lowering his eyes to look at the woman lying beside him.
Perhaps from the alcohol, the corners of her eyes carried an alluring flush. Those eyes that were usually cool and rational now seemed covered with a layer of mist, extremely seductive.
Clifton's eyes darkened.
He raised his hand and grabbed Miranda's hand that was making trouble at his neck, his scorching palm completely enveloping her slender wrist.
"Don't move." His voice carried a trace of hoarseness.
The man's low voice made Miranda's heart tremble inexplicably.
Normally, she would have withdrawn her hand as if shocked by electricity.
But tonight, not only did Miranda not listen, she seemed encouraged instead. Her other hand pressed against the mattress as she turned and rose.
In the next second, under Clifton's shocked gaze, she actually straddled his legs directly!
This position was excessively intimate and excessively dangerous.
Their softest parts were separated by only two thin layers of fabric.
Rip.
With a soft sound, the strap of her silk nightgown slipped halfway down her shoulder due to the excessive movement.
In an instant, a breathtaking expanse of pale, full flesh was exposed without warning to the air and crashed into Clifton's suddenly constricted pupils.
Miranda seemed completely unaware. All her senses were firmly captured by the man before her.
In Clifton's deep eyes, she saw her own confused reflection.
She leaned down, drawing close to him, her warm breath spilling entirely onto his face.
"Clifton..." she murmured softly, her voice sweet and coquettish. "You're so manly."
Those words were like a feather, lightly scratching across Clifton's taut heartstrings.
The moment the words fell, before Clifton could react, Miranda suddenly lowered her head and pressed her soft red lips precisely onto his thin, sharply cut ones!
Soft, slightly cool, with a trace of red wine's mellowness.
At the same time, her restless hands weren't idle either. They actually followed the gap in his robe, traveling downward toward that dangerous forbidden zone below!
Two soft hands first circled on his chest muscles, then her fingertips traced across his abs, finally moving downward.
Clifton's body tensed, his slightly contracted pupils reflecting the shock in his eyes.
The sensation of his thin lips covered by softness was too clear, causing his brain to go blank for an instant.
He slightly parted his lips, as if wanting to say something.
It was this split second opening!
Miranda extended her small tongue, tentatively hooking his, an absolutely fatal temptation.
Below, Clifton distinctly felt the place Miranda gripped growing larger and hotter, yet this woman on top of him was holding on particularly tight.
His deep eyes grew dark and inscrutable. With a forceful movement, he flipped her beneath him.
Miranda hadn't yet reacted when she felt the mattress beneath her suddenly sink.
In the next second, the man's presence overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
That hard, scorching part below pressed with complete precision against her softest place. Through the thin fabric, that astonishing heat nearly burned her.