In some five-star hotel.
"Damn it, why hasn't he showed up yet?!" Savannah West rubbed her sore legs, her teeth clenched in anger.
With a flick of her eyes, she slowly stretched her sore neck, but her ears remained alert, listening for any sound outside the closet.
Yes, outside the closet!
She was hunched down in the corner of a little closet right now, every muscle in her body tense and hurting.
"You do realize he's not going to leave me? Absolutely not! "I greased that waiter's palm for ten Gs," she said to herself.
She heard footsteps entering the closet at that same time.
She put her ear to the door without stopping and listened, and listened, to the sounds coming from the other side.
"Mr. Jameson, how are you feeling now?" A man's voice echoed into the silent room, tinged with worry and apprehension.
Several seconds later, another hoarse male voice responded, "I'm fine."
His voice was cold, with absolutely no shred of warmth in it.
Even through the thick closet door, Savannah could feel the chill in his voice.
The owner of the voice-she knew him.
Or more precisely, she had seen him on television and computer screens.
Cole Jameson, the target of her mission on hand.
"Mr. Jameson, shall I arrange for a woman to be with you?" There was more concern in the voice now, a little edged with frustration.
"No need."
Cole's voice was icier, but it did sound as if he was biting his tongue on something.
"Ideal, take care of it. I do not want that person anywhere near me again." That man spoke decisively, along with the rustling of fabric.
"Yes, I understand. But, sir, you—
"I am going to take a cold shower."
Upon hearing that, in an instant, the eyes of Savannah just sparkled.
Great, he is going to take a shower!
He was going to take a shower, which would give her a chance to slip the sleeping pill into his drink!
With the special incense filling the room in combination with the sleeping pill, he'd be out cold until morning!
This would give her ample time to snap the photos she needed, sans incident.
"Don't worry, Mr. Jameson. I'll have someone guard the door to make sure nobody gets in."
"Hmm."
Savannah listened intently as the footsteps slowly faded away, then with the "click" of the door, disappeared completely.
Then there was the sound of footsteps that moved toward the right side.
Was he heading to the bathroom?
Within ten seconds, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
After what seemed to her like an eternity, she heard the water move and exhaled heavily-the chance finally had come!
She carefully opened the closet door.
The sudden flood of light made her squint, shrinking her pupils; she blinked rapidly until the discomfort subsided.
She peered out through the gap, saw no one was in the living room, silently opened the closet door further, and slipped out.
In that instant, her feet hit the floor with a sharp, needling pain that made her wince.
Trying to disregard the numbness of her legs, Savannah scurried to the bar.
Still staring at the bathroom, she quickly took off the bracelet that had a hidden bottom. Opening it up, she poured its powdered contents into the red wine aeration.
She shook the bottle a few times for good measure to make the wine look untouched, then scampered back into the closet.
Minutes passed, and the water flipped off, the sound of her footsteps once again filling the room.
"Drink, drink, drink," Savannah muttered to herself, her fingers crossed.
As the sound of swallowing reached her ears, a sly smile oozed onto her face.
He drank it!
All she needed to do now was wait.
Ten minutes later, Savannah stood next to the bed, staring with surprise at the sleeping man.
Sharp eyebrows, striking-slit eyes, a perfectly sculpted nose, thin lips—his features were sharp and exquisite, seeming to be carved by an immortal hand. Even though she had seen him a lot on television, in person, he was even more amazing.
His slender and powerful body was emphasized by the black pants paired with a dark charcoal shirt.
Though his shirt was buttoned up to his chest, it revealed a portion of his strong, well-defined torso-the kind of physique that looked fit even without trying.
But even in sleep, he looked like he was in discomfort, with furrowed eyebrows, a thin sheen of sweat lining his forehead, and flushed cheeks.
No wonder Lily had fallen for him so hard, to the extent of swearing she would not marry anybody else, even signing deals that cost her company millions just to be able to stay close to him!
Remembering Lily, Savannah's train of thoughts came back to reality.
Right, Lily!
It was the whole reason why she was here today-to snap these intimate photos with him, to provoke her dear cousin, Lily West!
She had to hurry-somebody might come in, and that would be a sure way of ruining the whole plan!
Savannah reached for her phone, clicked on the camera icon, and gingerly got onto the bed to lie beside Cole. She pulled the blanket over both of them from the neck down.
She laid her cheek against his lips and clicked the shutter on the camera.
After several shots, Savannah looked at the photos on the screen with satisfaction, but she felt something lacked.
She carefully lifted Cole's large muscular arm from the blanket and placed her head in the bend of his arm, burrowing into his chest.
Then, burying her face against his torso, she continued snapping photos.
After dozens of pictures, she felt satisfied. She tucked her phone quickly away and jumped out of bed, a triumphant smile on her face.
She flipped off the bedside lamp, ready to leave.
Before she knew it, something really hot was clutching her arm.
Her heart fell to her stomach, and she was wrenched back before she could say anything.
She hit the bed hard, her head hitting the pillow, and the room whirled around her. With a heap of padding, the collision sent stars flying into her vision.
Under the moonlight, Savannah stared up at Cole Jameson-laying on top of her, her eyes wide with terror.
All she wanted was to take some fake intimate pictures to irritate her cousin and her family, but she never had planned on this!
Damn it! Were those sleeping pills expired? Why wasn't it working on him?
Her shoulder was pressed firmly by his scorching palm and she couldn't move.
Looking into his eyes, the red tinge at the edges, his cheeks flushed even further.
Before she could utter a scream, his lips crashed down on hers.
Cole's brows were furrowed in pain, his eyes shut tight as he kissed her with brutal force.
Beads of sweat rolled down his face as his body seemed to emanate an intense heat.
In desperation, Savannah clamped down hard; the metallic taste of blood invaded her mouth.
But Cole didn't seem to notice it. He didn't let go-in fact, his grasp tightened as his hand started to slide lower.
Savannah's eyes widened in horror, her body shaking vehemently with fear.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
She struggled hard, pummeling at his back.
But Cole did not say a word; he was fully immersed in what he was doing—
