Chapter 403 Going to the Sheraton Hotel
Savannah was a knockout, both in looks and figure.
James had seen his fair share of beautiful women, but Savannah still had him hooked.
James figured that getting with Savannah wouldn't be a bad deal. But the whole thing happened so fast, and she agreed so easily, it left him a bit stunned.
After leaving the villa, James and the crew headed straight for the Bentley.
James paused for a second, then opened the Bentley door and got in.
Savannah, not planning to run off, slid in right next to him.
Charles took the front passenger seat.
"Mr. Smith, where to now?" the driver asked James quietly after he got in.
"To the Sheraton Hotel!" Savannah jumped in before James could answer. She turned to him and added, "I’m not used to staying anywhere else."
"Alright, Sheraton it is," James said casually.
"Got it," the driver nodded and started the car.
As they drove, James stared out the window, feeling all sorts of conflicted. Should he really go through with this thing with Savannah?
He thought even if she agreed, it wouldn't happen so fast. But here she was, in a rush, and he wasn't ready for it!
Savannah, sitting next to him, seemed totally calm. She figured sleeping with James wasn't a bad move. It was way better than being Matthew's toy. Plus, if she had a kid with James, that kid could be his heir someday. So, she was all in.
Charles glanced back at James, seeing the turmoil on his face.
Half an hour later, they pulled up in front of the Sheraton Hotel.
The Sheraton was one of the top spots in Lumina City. James had heard of it but never stayed there.
As soon as the car stopped, Savannah didn't waste a second. She opened the door and strutted towards the hotel lobby in her high heels.
James hesitated, then got out and followed her.
Charles and the driver stayed in the car, watching James and Savannah walk away.
Charles's eyes were filled with concern. He thought Savannah was acting a bit off.
"Mr. Wilson, is there any danger with Mr. Smith going off with that woman?" the driver asked Charles quietly.
"No," Charles replied.Charles shook his head slightly and said, "Savannah knows we're still here, so she wouldn't dare try anything with Mr. Smith."
"Then what's got you worried, Mr. Wilson?" the driver asked, hesitating.
"I just think Savannah's behavior today is a bit off," Charles replied.
"Off?" The driver was taken aback, then chuckled. "You mean she agreed to have a kid with Mr. Smith too quickly?"
"Exactly," Charles nodded.
"Maybe she's just realized that being with someone like Mr. Smith is a big deal for her," the driver suggested with a smile.
"It's not that simple," Charles sighed. He then turned to the driver and asked, "How's the stuff I asked you to prepare?"
"All set," the driver confirmed, then hesitated. "But do you think we'll really need it?"
"Better safe than sorry," Charles said, closing his eyes to rest.
Meanwhile, James followed Savannah into the Sheraton Hotel lobby.
Savannah headed straight to the front desk, had a quick chat with the receptionist, then turned to James. "I'm a member here. I've already booked a room. Let's go up."
James was taken aback. He'd met forward women before, but Savannah was on another level. She'd even booked the room herself, making it seem like she was the one eager to sleep with him!
He followed her to the elevator.
As they walked through the lobby, Savannah's stunning looks and figure caught the eyes of many men. They all looked at James with envy. Who wouldn't want to be in his shoes right now?
A few minutes later, they stepped into the elevator.
James glanced at Savannah and asked softly, "Are you sure about this?"
Savannah scoffed. "James, you've asked me that a few times now. How can you be so hesitant?"
James took a deep breath, staying silent.
Moments later, they exited the elevator, and Savannah quickly found her room.
Being a member of the Sheraton, Savannah had access to a presidential suite that wasn't available to the public.
James hesitated for a couple of seconds before following her in.
The room's luxurious decor made his heart race.
Savannah sauntered over to the bed, sat down seductively, and kicked off her high heels, revealing her long, fair legs.
"James, didn't you want to sleep with me? What are you waiting for? Don't tell me you have performance issues?" Savannah taunted, her expression full of disdain.
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