Night had fallen, and there was a slight chill in the air.
Clara Anderson stumbled out of the club and made her way to a Porsche, fumbling several times before finally getting the door open.
As soon as she slid into the car, a whiff of fresh mint hit her nose.
She instinctively looked up and vaguely noticed a blurred figure sitting in the back seat.
She’d definitely had too much to drink tonight. Before she could fully settle into the seat, her legs gave out, and she fell straight into the person beside her.
The driver froze when he noticed the unfamiliar woman suddenly barging in. He was about to speak when he caught Eric Baldwin’s cold glare through the rearview mirror.
Understanding the look, the driver immediately unbuckled and got out without another word.
When the door opened, a gust of cold air rushed in, jolting Clara a bit more awake.
She had downed several bottles of red wine in one go earlier, and it was all hitting her now. Head spinning, slightly dizzy — classic post-drunk state.
As her vision cleared, she realized the man she’d just thrown herself at had a face that could beat out any celebrity. Jet-black hair, perfectly styled. His dark eyes were deep as hell and carried a chill that made her shiver—he was intimidating.
It was Eric Baldwin—undeniably the most powerful guy in Jing City.
Clara licked her dry lips, flushed and momentarily stunned, before leaning in closer, unbothered.
The silk qipao she wore wrapped around her figure just right, her slim waist pressing against the man’s toned body.
The cool, delicate fabric of the dress was doing little to hide the fact that her entire body was burning hot. As she got closer, Eric could feel her warmth seeping into him.
"You know who I am?" His Adam's apple moved slightly, voice low and husky.
Clara's heart skipped a beat at his question.
But the booze gave her courage. She too leaned in, her slender arms wrapping loosely around his neck.
"Of course I know."
"I came here just for you." Her eyes locked onto him, glistening and sincere.
Her normally pale complexion was flushed red from the alcohol, making her look even more stunning.
Clara was already a knockout—barefaced or not. Tonight, with her makeup done and style on point, she was absolutely captivating.
Eric’s face stayed unreadable, but the slight movement of his throat betrayed him. His usual icy gaze was now tinged with a slowly growing desire.
"You’re looking for me?"
He asked, his voice getting raspier as her arms tightened around his neck.
"Yeah. Been looking for you for a while now."
Clara bit her lip, unsure if it was nervousness or just a move to keep him hooked.
She didn’t dare meet his eyes directly, instead gently resting her head near his shoulder.
Her cheeks were beet red, like flames licking her skin. As she straddled his lap, the slit in her qipao slid open, revealing smooth, snowy thighs.
In that moment, Eric felt a fire rising from his core—tickling upward, uncontrollably.
He tightened his grip on her arm, the one around his neck, his eyes clearly now filled with desire.
"Clara, how much did you drink? Do you even know who you're talking to?"
"Come on, of course I do." Her laugh was light but filled with boldness.
"You… really recognize me?" His eyebrows twitched, and his grip loosened slightly.
"You’re the crown prince of Jing City," she said boldly. "And I wanna sleep with you."
Her fingers lightly circled his chest as she curved her lips into a sultry smile, her voice gravelly and teasing.
"Plenty of people want to sleep with me. What makes you think you’ve got what it takes?" Eric caught her wandering hand and lowered his tone.
"Then I guess I’ll just have to prove myself, Mr. Baldwin." Seeing that he wasn’t pushing her away, Clara leaned even closer into his chest.
