After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 75: He’s Flirting

Moira Sloan came downstairs ten minutes later.

She wore a water-blue, silk nightgown that fell to her ankles and a pair of clear crystal slippers. The hem of her gown swayed with the night breeze, a picture of graceful allure.

She ambled to the car but didn’t get in right away. Instead, she stood by the driver’s side and peered through the window.

Connor Quinn was sitting inside. The moment she looked over, he turned his head to look out the window at her.

Their eyes met, and Moira’s narrowed slightly.

’That bastard. He’s trying to seduce me.’

’He wasn’t even doing anything.’

She had been thinking about it on her way down. She’d showered and even taken a call from Flora Rhodes. All in all, almost an hour had passed. No matter how much stamina he had, there was no way he could have kept it up for this long.

’To think it was all a sham.’

A derisive smirk touched Moira’s lips, and she was just about to let fly a stream of sharp, sarcastic remarks. But then she saw Connor Quinn slowly lower the window halfway, leisurely light a cigarette, and then, with a dark, profound gaze, unbuckle his belt right in front of her...

Moira was left speechless.

Moira had just showered, and a cool night breeze was blowing.

Logically, she should have been feeling perfectly refreshed.

But as she watched Connor’s bold, decisive motion, she didn’t feel refreshed at all. On the contrary... she felt an unbearable heat.

She’d never imagined she would watch a man do... *that*.

And she’d never imagined a man could look so damn alluring while doing it.

The cigarette dangling from his lips, the depth in his eyes, the bob of his Adam’s apple...

Moira was caught completely off guard when Connor’s large hand yanked her into the car.

Before she could even cry out, Connor had already pulled her onto his lap, held her tight, and crushed his lips against hers.

It was a stormy, torrential kiss, nothing like the gentle ones Connor used to give when he was trying to butter her up.

Overbearing and forceful.

The visual stimulation from outside the car, the lingering emptiness from her unfulfilled desire earlier, and now the added thrill of their current setting...

Moira was more turned on than she had ever been.

Afterward, Connor wrapped her in the jacket he’d tossed on the passenger seat and carried her upstairs.

Moira buried her face in his chest, too embarrassed to be seen.

Once inside, Connor carried her into the bathroom for a shower. Moira leaned against the tiled wall and watched him, her posture impossibly haughty.

Connor kept his eyes lowered and didn’t speak, focusing only on the task at hand.

Moira sneered, looking as if she had seen right through his aloof facade to his true nature.

Connor looked up, his voice low but neither servile nor overbearing. "I like you. What’s wrong with wanting to sleep with the woman I like?"

Moira retorted with sharp-tongued sarcasm, "And did you ask if the woman likes you?"

Connor’s expression was flat. "It’s enough that she likes being slept with by me."

Moira choked. For the first time ever, she, who had always been so refined, had a throat full of curses she wanted to scream.

After the shower, Connor went through his usual routine: carrying her out, helping her dress, and drying her hair.

Moira leaned back lazily in the chair, listening to the hum of the hair dryer. On a strange impulse, she asked, "Connor, what is it that you like about me?"

The hair dryer was too loud. Connor couldn’t hear her clearly. "What?"

Moira said, "Nothing."

When Connor was leaving, he made a trip to the kitchen.

He came out holding a garbage bag.

Moira leaned against the bedroom doorframe, watching him with a slightly raised eyebrow.

’It was the trash left over from dinner tonight.’

’At that moment, a strange thought suddenly flickered through Moira’s mind: This man... aside from the fact that she didn’t like him, seemed to be flawless in every other aspect.’

’Oh, and one other thing.’

’He was poor.’

’Dirt poor, you could say.’

Thinking of how dirt poor Connor was, Moira was reminded of the thirteen thousand he had transferred to her for the clothes. She turned, walked back into the bedroom, bent down to pick up her phone from the nightstand, opened the transfer notification, and hit "Decline".

A message from Connor came back instantly: ?

Moira: We agreed from the start. You do me a favor, and I pay for the clothes.

Connor: Mmm.

After that "Mmm," Connor went silent.

Moira thought he might say something else. After waiting for a moment and seeing no activity in the chat window, she closed her phone, tossed it aside, and got into bed.

Moira slept soundly that night.

Probably because she was exhausted, she slept straight through until dawn.

But just before she woke up, she had a nightmare.

She dreamed of Kain Alden. He was covered in blood, lying in a pool of it, reaching out to her and begging her to save him...