A Night of Desire-Chapter 37: He Has to Properly Investigate This Woman

His words, though spoken in a casual tone, were nothing short of explosive. Clara Grant was completely floored.

It took a long moment for Clara Grant to come to her senses. She replayed his words in her mind. ’What did he just say? He wants to sleep with me now and is telling me to name a price?’

’Hah. He thinks he can sleep with me just because he says so? That I’ll name a price just because he tells me to?’

’Besides, look at him acting all generous now. Why didn’t he ask me to name a price for what he did last night? Just because I was drugged, I deserved to be taken for free?’

As anger flared, Clara Grant flipped on her "acting mode." She smiled faintly, her eyes turning sultry. "Since Lord Quinn is asking me to name a price, then how about we settle last night’s tab first?"

Seth Quinn’s brows furrowed. He was about to speak, but Clara Grant cut him off. "High quality naturally comes at a high price; that’s just how it is. My starting rate for a night is one million. But since my own circumstances were a factor last night, I’ll give you, Lord Quinn, a fifty-percent discount. We’ll call it five hundred thousand."

As she spoke, she held out her palm to him. "Pay the five hundred thousand first. Then we can talk about this new offer!"

As she finished, Seth Quinn’s frown deepened. ’Last night? Don’t tell me she thinks...’

"Miss Grant, I believe you’ve misunderstood what happened last night. I, Seth Quinn, wouldn’t stoop to taking advantage of any woman in distress, not even a pristine virgin, let alone someone like you..."

With that, his eyes raked over her from head to toe. "I’d be even less interested."

Clara Grant’s lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes blazing with fury. ’Hah, so he’s trying to deny the fact that he slept with me? What a scumbag! He has the nerve to do it but not the guts to admit it!’

"Is that so? If you’re so disdainful of ’women like me,’ then what was last night all about? You just slept with me, and now you’re saying you want to do it again? Lord Quinn, don’t you think you’re contradicting yourself?"

’He slept with her last night? Looks like she’s completely misunderstood!’

"Miss Grant, I feel it’s necessary to clarify things about last night. I did not..."

Before Seth Quinn could finish, his words were cut off by the urgent ringing of a cell phone. He glanced down to see Clara Grant pulling the phone from her purse.

A single glance at the screen brought an anxious look to her face, but when she looked up, her expression was once again deceptively calm. "Forget it. I don’t want the five hundred thousand anymore. Just consider last night... interest on the debt I owe you for saving me."

With that, she spun around, clearly intending to leave.

Seth Quinn froze, his hand reaching out too late to grab her. In two quick steps, she was at the door, yanked it open, and bolted.

His outstretched hand hung in the air for two seconds before slowly dropping to his side.

He didn’t chase after her. As much as he wanted her, he wasn’t in a rush.

Besides, it was becoming clear he needed to run a thorough check on this woman, Clara Grant.

...

Clara Grant didn’t dare stop running until she had put some distance between herself and the private room. She answered Sarah’s call, told her she was on her way, and hung up. Instead of taking the elevator, she bolted down the stairs.

’Seriously, how could I forget I came here to get my motorcycle? Sarah is still waiting for me downstairs!’

’Why is it that every time I run into that man, Seth Quinn, I completely lose my head and forget what I’m supposed to be doing?’

Just as she reached the first floor, Clara Grant bumped right into someone. She was about to apologize when a vaguely familiar voice sounded from above her. "Miss, what took you so long?"

Clara Grant looked up to see the security guard who had offered to help her retrieve her motorcycle earlier. She collected herself and forced a smile. "Oh, I couldn’t find your manager."

The guard didn’t seem to suspect anything. He held up a key and gave it a jiggle. "I just ran into the manager. I’ve got the key now. Come on, I’ll take you to your bike."

"Thank you." Clara Grant breathed a sigh of relief and followed him toward the storage room.