Chapter 9 The Titillation
Keith had no choice but to hold her like this for the time being. He wrapped his arm around her legs and clenched his fists in a gentlemanly manner.
Angelina, perhaps due to the drug effects, felt like she was dizzy and half-conscious.
She straightened up and saw the man holding her in a daze.
Her hair was clinging to her face, making it hard for her to see, but she could vaguely make out his handsome features.
Angelina drawled in a coquettish manner, "How much do I need to pay you for a night?"
Niles walked to the car and just when he opened the door for his boss, he heard what Angelina said.
Niles exclaimed inwardly, "Oh, my God! Miss Jefferson is really bold. Does she mistake my boss for a gigolo in the club?"
Keith was taken aback, and his face darkened. "What did you say?"
With his suit jacket over her head, Angelina blinked her clear eyes. "Do you find your work terribly hard?"
After speaking, she cast down her eyelashes and muttered to herself, "Well, it should depend on your ability."
Word by word, she remarked, "Some people only have good-looking fusses."
Keith was speechless, and he corrected her with resignation. "Faces."
Angelina murmured softly, "All right. Some people only have good-looking faces, but they are not really good in bed. If I meet those people, I won't have to pay, right? In my opinion, if it's not a good experience, you still need to compensate me."
Keith was dumbfounded.
Niles, who was standing next to them, even dared not breathe.
Somehow, Angelina's thoughts were clear, and she continued, "If you can't do it well, you pay me. If you do a good job, I'll pay you more. Fair enough, isn't it?"
Keith hugged her waist. Through their clothes, he could still feel how slim her waist was. He could even circle it with just one hand.
Keith's voice was low as he said, "Get down."
He had already arranged for a doctor to do a comprehensive check-up for Angelina at the hospital.
But Angelina was half-conscious. It seemed as if Keith's words had agitated her. As soon as Keith finished speaking, she stretched out her arms and hugged him tightly.
"Handsome, you haven't paid me yet."
She asked Keith to pay him, so it meant she wasn't satisfied with him?
Keith was left speechless.
Niles shouted inwardly, "Could someone please come and help me out?"
There were people coming and going outside. Afraid of being seen, Keith has no choice but to hold Angelina and sit in the back seat.
Niles closed the car door and let out a long breath.
After they got into the car, the windows were closed and there was no more cool air.
Angelina frowned tightly, unconsciously grabbing Keith's shirt and murmuring to herself, "Hot."
Keith raised his hand and took off the suit jacket that was covering her. "We'll be there soon. Opening the window will make you catch a cold."
Angelina felt hot, so she heartlessly moved away from him and sat on the cool leather seat next to her.
When the soft feeling in his arms suddenly disappeared, Keith felt empty.
He gently clenched his hands and looked down.
His shirt was a mess, with some buttons undone and others half undone and stuck.
The one who had caused this was still sitting next to him, sulking and leaning in the seat.
But soon, the seat became warm as well.
Angelina instinctively reached for the window switch next to her, but Keith stopped her as soon as she touched it.
"Don't open it, or you'll catch a cold."
Besides, she would also attract attention.
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