A Night of Desire-Chapter 51: Marry Me

"Mr. Quinn, with a luxury car like this, you’re obviously a man of wealth and status. What kind of woman couldn’t a man like you find? Why insist on chasing after me, a woman you find so disdainful and disgusting? Besides, if you despise me this much, why are you still so desperate to sleep with me? Should I say you have a split personality, Mr. Quinn, or that you’re just a pervert?"

Clara Grant had thrown so many thinly veiled insults at him, but all she got in return was a slight frown from Seth Quinn.

Just as Clara Grant was about to say something more, he suddenly leaned toward her. She flinched, instinctively leaning back as far as she could.

"Y-you... what are you doing? We’re in a car! And this car is parked right at my school’s gate! Don’t try anything, or I’ll scream."

Seeing her feigned composure shatter so easily once more, the corner of Seth Quinn’s lips curved into a smirk. ’An interesting little woman. Scared to death, but still pretending to be calm. And she even dared to get into my car alone!’

As if deliberately teasing her, he continued to lean in. Panicked, Clara Grant threw her hands up against his chest to stop him.

Seth Quinn scoffed at himself inwardly. He wasn’t some hormonal teenager who’d never been with a woman, yet every time he was near Clara Grant, he felt a primal urge to pounce.

"I just wanted to say... what is that smell on you now? It’s even more repulsive than your perfume from before!"

His expression unreadable, Seth Quinn straightened up, pulling his chest away from her hands. He paused, then asked leisurely, "What did you think I was going to do?"

Seeing the mocking amusement in his eyes, Clara Grant was mortified for a moment. A faint blush crept across her porcelain-white face.

’This time, I really let my imagination run away with me.’

But still...

Clara Grant frowned and sniffed herself. There was a faint smell of oil paint. She remembered that while she was waiting for a tire to be patched, the mechanic’s child had been running around with a paintbrush covered in paint and accidentally smudged some on her pink T-shirt.

Luckily, the paint was a similar shade of pink, so it was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

Clara Grant couldn’t help but grumble to herself. ’Does he have the nose of a bloodhound? He always seems to notice some smell on me.’

’No, that’s not right. He doesn’t have a bloodhound’s nose. Even a dog doesn’t think every single scent is bad. But *he* seems to find every smell repulsive!’

’This man is so infuriating! Even his sense of smell is impossibly picky!’

While she was still grumbling to herself, she heard Seth Quinn speak again. "I don’t have a split personality, nor am I a pervert. Wanting to sleep with you is a natural, instinctual reaction from my body. So,"

Seth Quinn paused, his deep, dark gaze fixed on her. He stared until a shiver went down Clara Grant’s spine before he continued, "I intend to follow that instinct. However, the terms of our transaction need to change."

’Follow that instinct? Does that mean he won’t stop until he’s slept with me?’

Clara Grant scoffed. "Are you asking me to name my price again, Mr. Quinn? So, does that mean whatever price I name, you’ll be able to meet it...?"

Before she could even finish her sentence, Seth Quinn parted his lips and said, "Marry me, and I’ll give you everything you want!"