Chapter 133
I noticed her slender feet for the first time, surprisingly petite and delicate, easily fitting into one hand, and without any strange odor.
"John, stop tickling my foot; it's so itchy..."
I paid no attention to her words and instead focused on her other foot, which was plump and fascinating. Looking up, I couldn't help but gulp. "Too beautiful, too captivating."
I reached out to gently stroke her foot, moving upwards from the bottom. In no time, I had moved past the knee...
Lily let out a soft, stifled moan, her previously coiled hair now scattered on the dining table, hanging loosely.
Her delicate hands weakly grabbed my wrist. "John, could you please retract your invading fingers?"
With a mischievous smirk, I teased, "Do you want me to stop now?" My hand continued its upward movement...
Over ten minutes later, I finally halted my caress, and Lily was completely drenched!
Gasping for breath, Lily pleaded, "John, help me up; I'm exhausted." Her tender voice felt like a soft feather gently brushing against my heart.
Half of my body felt numb.
Sniffing my fingertips, she shyly covered her eyes. "John, you scoundrel, I won't go out with you again in the future."
Assisting her to stand, she nearly collapsed in the process.
I quickly supported her, holding her on my lap. "I couldn't help myself. You are simply stunning, do you know that?"
She rolled her eyes at me, took out a hairband to tidy her hair, and placed a small mirror on the table, saying, "Look, can I still show my face like this?"
As she spoke, she grabbed some concealer and swiftly covered up the marks on her neck and collarbone. There was no need to delve further. Meanwhile, I settled the bill, spending a small fortune, which was quite painful.
But the expenses were worth it; at least Lily was won over.
Entering the private room, she once again transformed into that charming noble heiress.
She held my hand, and I held the red rose. After going downstairs, I placed the rose in her trunk.
Since it was still early, I asked her if she wanted to stroll around more, but she seemed afraid that I would devour her tonight and insisted on going home.
Actually, it was for the best, as I had another half to catch up on.
She drove her car to drop off the woman at her home, which was located in an upscale community in the South City. The apartments in the area were all spacious, with prices starting at five million for a minimum of 2,000 square feet and going up to 5,000 square feet for larger units.
At two to three grand per square foot, a house started at five million dollars.
Parking the car outside, I bid her farewell with a kiss, making sure to show reluctance, as the first date was crucial for a woman.
I didn't specify the next date to avoid building up anticipation. It's important to understand the principle of not overdoing things, as achieving everything at once only happens in novels.
As I got out of the car and watched her drive away, I pondered, 'Should I get my own car to drive around in? Otherwise, I'll always be relying on someone else's car, which could be quite embarrassing.’
After all, I was now a small boss.
The more I pondered on it, the more it seemed necessary. For instance, if your employees arrive to work in a BMW while you, the boss, use public transportation, wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Smaller bosses are often more concerned about appearances because they lack it, so they rely on external things to boost their image. I hailed a cab and went straight to the pedestrian street.
There, I purchased two sets of clothes from Gucci, spending twenty to thirty grand, before taking a cab back home.
I had no choice; I couldn't wear Versace clothes anymore to prevent Jenny from making connections. Additionally, the clothes carried Lily's perfume scent, and given their close friendship, she might notice it.
Regular clothes would seem too cheap, so it had to be a branded outfit. Rushing back home, I showered to remove the scent and changed into the new Gucci summer collection. I opted for a long-sleeved shirt to conceal the injury on my left hand.
I styled my hair differently with a hairdryer, then put on the "Zorro mask," somewhat resembling the Green Hornet.
Dressed in a proper suit, looking handsome and upright, and with a perfect physique displayed to its fullest.
The mask added a hint of mystery to my appearance, and, most importantly, I had applied a temporary tattoo sticker on the back of my right hand with the word "sweet.”
Because Jenny's online alias was Sexy Kitten, and so far, she hadn't told me her real name, and I hadn't asked.
Because if I did, she would surely ask for mine.
It was all in the details, the key to success or failure. I had completely transformed into the Mighty Tiger she adored, no longer the timid employee who was easily pushed around.
To ensure she couldn't access my phone, I went as far as purchasing a new one and logging into my alternate account on it. With this precaution in place, along with addressing the hidden threat on my left hand, I had meticulously tended to every detail.
At that moment, Jenny sent me an address, not her Golden Family residence, but a five-star hotel!
I furrowed my brow slightly and replied: [Why go to a hotel?]
She replied: [It's more convenient.]
I thought to myself, 'Is there something inconvenient at your place?'
I was starting to feel frustrated that we had come this far and she still wasn't willing to fully open up.
Jenny was different from Lily; having experienced a difficult marriage, her cautiousness was understandable.
Mighty Tiger: [Alright, wait for me. I'll be there soon.]
Twenty minutes later, at ten o'clock in the evening, I arrived at the Sevan Hilton Hotel.
I had to acknowledge the luxurious surroundings, prompting me to temporarily remove my mask to avoid being mistaken for a suspicious criminal. Stepping into the elevator, I quickly put it back on.
The eighth floor boasted a noble suite with a price tag of twenty-eight grand for a single night, a detail I had just checked.
Standing outside room 806, I cleared my throat and modulated my voice to a low, magnetic tone.
I knocked on the door, and after a while, a voice came from inside. "Who is it?"
"Silly, guess!"
"You're here!"
Surprised, she opened the door quickly. My heart raced, almost leaping into my throat. Standing before me was a woman wearing a purple mask and a lace dress.
The mask concealed the upper part of her face, and her alluring fiery red lips were glossy and captivating. Her dress, emphasizing her curvaceous figure, was especially enchanting.
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