A Bankrupt Heiress Sells Herself to a Cold Billionaire—Only to Discover He Was Her Father’s Greatest Benefactor
Part 2: “You’re Selling Yourself, Yet You Still Care About Modesty?”
“What a coincidence. I’m not a virgin either.” Chloe kept a bright, seductive smile on her face, though her body was trembling slightly.
He reached out with a long arm, pulling her lithe, snake-like body against him. “Then let me verify that.”
She offered a coy smile and pressed a feather-light kiss to his cheek. This club was a playground for New York’s elite and Wall Street tycoons. By tomorrow, all of Manhattan high society would probably know she had crawled into Julian Sterling’s bed.
Julian knew exactly what she was scheming, but having her soft, fragrant body pressed against him made him surprisingly reluctant to push her away.
Sweeping one strong arm under her knees and the other around her waist, he effortlessly lifted her into his arms.
Chloe wrapped her pale, slender arms around his neck, taking the opportunity to rest her head against his broad chest. He smelled incredible—a crisp, masculine blend of expensive cologne and sheer power.
As he carried her through the lobby of the exclusive club, the gazes of the patrons instantly snapped toward them.
Chloe suddenly remembered how dangerously short her micro-skirt was. Being carried like this exposed her entirely, and the thought of those sleazy men staring at her made her skin crawl.
She hurriedly reached down to tug at the hem of her skirt, her expression shifting instantly from a seasoned seductress to a nervous, innocent girl.
“You’re selling yourself, yet you still care about modesty?” the man carrying her mocked coldly.
She tilted her head up, gazing at his sharp, chiseled jawline. Parting her lips, she gave his jaw a delicate nip, her tongue darting out to trace the spot skillfully as she pulled away. A blatant, tantalizing tease!
“I just didn’t want anyone else getting a free show. I was worried it might upset you, Mr. Sterling,” she coaxed with a fawning smile, her eyes as soft and clear as glass.
Julian let out a cold scoff, carrying her straight into the private elevator.
They arrived at his reserved penthouse suite. Julian carried her inside and kicked the door shut behind them.
He strode over to the king-sized bed and unceremoniously tossed her onto the mattress.
Thank God the bed was plush. Otherwise, Chloe felt like his brute strength would have shattered her bones to pieces.
Chloe pushed herself up, kneeling on the bed. She flashed him a radiant smile. “Mr. Sterling, would you like to take a shower first?”
In reality, her face was deathly pale, and there was a noticeable tremor in her voice.
Julian looked at her with a teasing, arrogant smirk. “We’ll shower after we’re done. Put the condom on me.”
*Son of a bitch!*
Chloe couldn’t help but curse inwardly. Could he be any more blunt?
“There’s no need to rush, Mr. Sterling. Shouldn’t we discuss the price first?” She giggled seductively, her hands reaching out to brush imaginary dust from his black suit lapels. She looked every bit like a cunning little vixen.
“If the merchandise is good, you won’t be shorted a single cent,” Julian said coldly.
Chloe’s mouth twitched slightly. Sliding her hands up to grip the man’s broad shoulders, she leaned in, pressing her red lips near his ear as she murmured sweetly, “I hope you won’t disappoint me either, Mr. Sterling.”
“I believe empirical testing is the only way to verify the truth. Whether you’re a virgin or not, and whether your skills are actually any good… we’ll know soon enough.” Julian sounded like a ruthless businessman, meticulous and calculating even when it came to the bedroom.
Chloe forced a smile, her trembling hands moving to undress him. “I promise I won’t let you down.”
As she slid his tailored jacket and shirt off his shoulders, the sight of his bare torso made Chloe’s face flush crimson instantly.
Despite the bold, experienced vixen act she was putting on, deep down, she was incredibly sheltered. In all her twenty-odd years, she had never actually seen a man’s naked body—not even her ex-fiancé’s.
Furthermore, Julian’s physique was utterly flawless. He was tall, lean, and packed with sharply defined muscles, exuding an overwhelming aura of raw, masculine power.
“Hey. Stop staring. You haven’t taken my pants off yet.”
Initially, Julian hadn’t felt an ounce of desire for her; he had just wanted to humiliate her. But seeing the deep, authentic blush painting her cheeks, a sudden, primal surge of lust ignited within him.
