Chapter 572 What Are You Doing
"Everything's perfect?" Anthony raised an eyebrow. "A guy who's supposedly perfect is willing to play games with you for fifty bucks, calling you 'baby,' 'sweetheart,' and 'darling'?"
Rebecca was speechless.
Fifty bucks was for two people, so it was only twenty-five each.
But if she said that out loud, she'd definitely be laughed at. Besides, she didn't think those terms were a problem while playing the game earlier. Now, hearing them, she felt embarrassed.
She glanced at Anthony. His features were sharp, his expression stern and serious. With a face like that calling her 'baby,' it felt more like being at work than anything romantic.
The game was off, the tension from fighting the boss was gone, and the drunkenness was creeping back in. Rebecca was exhausted and didn't care what Anthony was fiddling with on his phone. "I'm so tired, I'm going to bed."
Rebecca reached out to put on her shoes, but despite seeing them right there, she ended up stepping on the floor.
She tried several times, but either missed or couldn't get them on. Finally, she just stepped on the floor. It was heated, so it wasn't cold.
But as soon as Rebecca stood up, she fell back down.
The floor was hard tile, offering no cushion. Rebecca hit it solidly, tears of pain welling up.
Anthony was stunned.
He hadn't expected Rebecca to get up suddenly, so he didn't have time to catch her. Seeing her fall, he quickly crouched down to help. "Are you okay?"
"Don't move," Rebecca said, her voice shaking with pain. "It hurts."
"Where does it hurt?"
Anthony's hand hovered in the air, wanting to help but unsure where to touch.
Rebecca's exposed skin was red, either from the alcohol or embarrassment. Her voice, strained with pain, sounded different. "What's the point of knowing? Are you going to rub it?"
Her eyes were watery, her nose red, looking pitiful.
She had fallen on her butt, of course it hurt. Anthony was being clueless.
After a few minutes, Rebecca shifted and lay down on the floor. "This feels good. I'm sleeping here tonight."
She patted the floor, mumbling, "It's just a bit hard."
Then she started whimpering again, holding her butt. "It hurts. Can you check how bad it is?"
Anthony was speechless for a moment. "You're drunk."
He moved Rebecca's hand away from her butt, pressing it to the floor to keep her from moving.
Anthony felt a heat rising in him, gathering in his lower abdomen.
Rebecca sat up suddenly, wincing in pain, glaring at Anthony. "It's your fault for making me drink!"
Anthony was speechless.
Who was the one insisting on drinking? Forget it, he didn't want to argue with a drunk. "I'll help you up. If you're going to sleep, go to bed."
Rebecca reached for her phone on the couch. "Wait, I need to top up."
Anthony squinted. "Top up what?"
"The diamond card. I need to pick a handsome one to show my mom, shut her up for good."
"Handsome?"
"Yeah." Rebecca was trying to top up, missing the button several times. She didn't look up, so she didn't see Anthony's dark expression.
"Good body?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think I'm good-looking?"
Rebecca's mind went blank, looking up at him. She was already dizzy, and now even more so, dazzled by Anthony's stunning looks. At this distance, this angle, no one could claim to be flawless, but she couldn't find a single flaw in his face.
Rebecca nodded dumbly.
"And my body?" Anthony's voice was low, coaxing. "Do you want to touch?"
Rebecca nodded, then shook her head, pulling her hand back.
She had seen Anthony without a shirt. No need to touch.
"Am I good enough to meet your parents?"
If Rebecca were sober, she'd know Anthony was setting a trap and would refuse. But she was drunk, and liquid courage is a real thing. So she said something that was bound to get her in trouble: "What if you're all looks and no substance? I need to test you."
Anthony knelt on one knee. "How do you want to test? What exactly do you want to check?"
Rebecca's mind was not functioning normally, too smart for its own good. After Anthony's words, she automatically filled in the blanks: length? hardness? stamina?
Afraid Rebecca might fall again, Anthony wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her lightly. His silk robe was light, thin, smooth, and soft, but it lacked the friction of cotton and didn't hold its shape, easily coming undone.
As he leaned in, his robe opened from his collarbone to his abdomen, revealing a stretch of skin, muscles, and lines that teased Rebecca's fragile sanity. Her fingers curled, wanting to touch.
This blatant display of male beauty.
She suspected Anthony was seducing her, but had no proof. Besides his disheveled clothes, Anthony hadn't touched her, even his hand on her waist was gentlemanly.
But this teasing distance was even more alluring. Rebecca swallowed, her throat dry and hot. The erotic scenes she usually read about were now playing out in her mind.
She wanted to—
Push him down, tear off his clothes, straddle him, and have her way.
Rebecca felt like her hand was on a hot iron plate, hard and burning, something pulsing against her palm. She looked down at her hand.
Anthony, who had been half-kneeling, was now lying beneath her, his robe wide open. Her hand was on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
She stared at Anthony, and he stared back at her.
Their eyes met.
The floor was warm, behind them was a panoramic window reflecting the city lights, and the air was thick with tension.
Anthony's breath was heavy, his Adam's apple moving as he managed to speak. "Rebecca, what are you doing?"
But Rebecca didn't see Anthony's face, only a bright, flashing word: Kiss me.
So she followed her heart and leaned down to kiss him.
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