Climbing into the car, Tina kicked off her rain-soaked shoes, letting her bare feet rest on the floor mat.

Her slender frame was enveloped in an oversized blazer as she slumped into the seat, appearing quite disheartened. Phillip pulled a cashmere throw from the backseat to dab at her damp hair.

The soft cashmere soaked up the moisture, causing her smooth hair to become slightly disheveled from the friction. It was clear that Phillip wasn't familiar with this sort of task, his movements awkward yet tender.

Tina glanced at him, her eyes clear as water beneath the tousled and damp hair strands.

The air in the car seemed to thicken with humidity between them, lazily drifting in the confined space.

"Do you have a dinner party to attend?" Tina asked, "It's okay that you need to leave early."

"It's fine," Phillip replied, without mentioning tonight's dinner was crucial for VectorVista's big project involving corporate partners and officials from the financial regulatory board. Tina wasn't sure if it was fine, but no woman disliked being a priority.

Her dress clung to her, soaked and uncomfortable, the hem dirty, a sensation she detested. She couldn't stand it for another moment.

She nestled further into Phillip's blazer, using its oversized form as a shield, and unzipped her dress.

Phillip only saw her fidgeting beneath the blazer, unaware of her struggle, until a wet bundle of fabric was tossed aside, which was her dress. Slipping her arms through the blazer sleeves and using her dress's belt to cinch it at the waist, she fashioned it into a makeshift dress.

Feeling his gaze, she turned, facing Phillip's deep, enigmatic eyes.

"What?" she said, feigning anger to cover her discomfort. "The dress was wet. It was uncomfortable."

"Hmm."

was low and emotionless as he turned away, setting

car drove into the underground garage, stopping

thighs, the stark masculinity of the

as it ascended to the top-floor apartment. He opened the door, and she stepped inside, the door closing behind them. Regaining her senses,

in the dimly lit foyer, which seemed more confined in

seemed to ferment in the quiet

the initiator of their kisses, with Phillip behaving more like an adult indulging a child's playful

this time, he

hard wall, enveloped

in the dim light, their breathing audible in

with desire, the kiss seemed to amplify their

kicked off her shoes again, her body trapped between Phillip's chest and

It had

eyes shadowed by

"And?" he prompted.

like a vibrant poppy blossoming in the night, completely enchanting him. Tina saw Phillip's throat work. His

stoic eldest son of the Richardson family could

his blood

sensation. Content Belongs to

to the bedroom, where the too-large blazer slid open as he removed the

chiaroscuro of the room, contrasts were

watched Phillip retrieve something from the

had been prepared

as much,

painful, she

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