I looked over uncertainly several times as I heard the coquettish giggle of the flirtatious woman lying in his arms.
“Mr. Davis, haven't you had enough of Cinderella falling in love with Prince Charming?”
“What is so special about Vivian that is worth all the years you've spent playing such a boring game?” The woman's tone sounded flirty and filled with disdain.
Jonathan didn't answer, his eyes hiding a faint smile. He lifted the woman's chin with his hand and lowered his head for a kiss.
It was unexpectedly quiet in the private room, making the kiss seem extra charming, gentle and ambiguous.
The woman's panting was even more like a tidal wave into my ears, and a tingling sensation like a dense pinprick of needles surged through my heart.
“Mr. Davis, someone's watching us. Why don't you come over to my place tonight? Play however you want.”
The desire in Jonathan's eyes disappeared. He cupped the woman's face and teased, “That's the biggest difference between you and her. She's well-behaved, unlike a woman as flirtatious as you, who can't survive without a man.”
Instead of feeling offended, the woman laughed with joy.
“Hey, you can't talk about me like that.”