Wendy hadn\u2019t expected him to come home. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, tailored perfectly to his tall frame, still carrying the crisp chill of the winter night on the expensive fabric.<\/p>\n
She instinctively leaned closer, seeking solace in his cool, composed presence.<\/p>\n
\u201cStanley, help me\u2026\u201d she whispered, her voice trembling.<\/p>\n
Before she could say more, Stanley pushed her back gently but firmly, his brows furrowing. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy hesitated, biting her lip. She couldn\u2019t believe she had almost begged him for help. \u201cI\u2019ve been drugged,\u201d she admitted softly.<\/p>\n
\u2018Drugged?\u2019<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s expression darkened. This woman was always in trouble.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait here,\u201d he commanded.<\/p>\n
Striding to the window, he pulled out his phone and made a call. His tall figure was framed by the night sky, one hand loosening his tie with effortless elegance. The loosened knot, paired with his cold demeanor, gave him an irresistible, rebellious charm.<\/p>\n
Wendy didn\u2019t dare to look at him any longer.<\/p>\n
Benny soon picked up the call. \u201cStanley! What\u2019s up?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a question. What do I do when a woman is drugged?\u201d<\/p>\n
Benny laughed excitedly as if he\u2019d just heard some gossip. \u201cIs Jessica in trouble? If so, you know what to do\u2014step in and save the day!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSay something helpful,\u201d Stanley uttered.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine, fine. If a woman\u2019s been drugged, she should take a cold shower. It\u2019s rough, but it works. Otherwise, well\u2026 It could get serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stanley ended the call and turned to Wendy. \u201cCan you manage a cold shower?\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy nodded weakly, her face flushed. \u201cI can try.\u201d<\/p>\n
Without saying another word, she hurried to the bathroom.<\/p>\n
Stanley removed his jacket, draping it over a chair. Just as he began to roll up his sleeves, a sharp cry came from the bathroom.<\/p>\n
\u201cAhh!\u201d<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened in irritation as he strode to the door. \u201cWhat now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside, Wendy stood under the shower, her thin camisole clinging to her slender frame. Her delicate shoulders and collarbone glistened under the bathroom light. The shower wasn\u2019t turned on yet. She was touching her forehead with a pained look in her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hit my head,\u201d she whimpered, tears threatening to spill.<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. After pulling her hand away, he saw the red mark on her forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re unbelievable,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not stupid,\u201d she retorted weakly. \u201cI\u2019m dizzy\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStand still.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2018What?\u2019<\/p>\n
Before she could react, Stanley turned on the shower.<\/p>\n
Ice-cold water poured down, drenching Wendy instantly. She gasped, instinctively throwing herself against him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s too cold! I can\u2019t!\u201d she protested, trembling. Her body pressed tightly against him, soaking his white shirt and black slacks.<\/p>\n
He had no choice but to back away from her. The two stood under the cold shower together.<\/p>\n
Wendy felt very warm. She was like a fish out of water and desperately needed moisture. She began to fidget, her hands brushing against his waist.<\/p>\n
Stanley was a normal guy, and he tensed up immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy, what are you doing with your hands?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes sparkled mischievously. \u201cSix-pack abs,\u201d she murmured with wonder in her voice.<\/p>\n
Stanley was speechless.<\/p>\n
Her gaze lifted to his face. \u201cSo handsome too,\u201d she uttered while admiring his good looks.<\/p>\n
Stanley reached out and directly pushed Wendy against the cold wall. He gulped before issuing a warning in a slightly hoarse voice, \u201cBehave yourself!\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy smiled. \u201cWow, so strong. I like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stanley grabbed the showerhead and aimed it at her flushed face to help her sober up.<\/p>\n
\u201cAhh!\u201d Wendy protested, struggling to bat his hand away. \u201cStanley, if Jessica were the one drugged, would you have helped her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Stanley froze. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s long lashes, damp with mist, trembled stubbornly. \u201cBecause it\u2019s me, you\u2019re making me take a cold shower. None of you like me!\u201d<\/p>\n
Stanley noticed her eyes were red, as if she\u2019d been crying earlier.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, Wendy lunged forward and bit his Adam\u2019s apple.<\/p>\n
Stanley hadn\u2019t expected this. The throat was one of a man\u2019s most vulnerable and sensitive areas. Her sharp teeth sank in hard, and his narrow eyes instantly filled with bloodshot intensity. Even his lower back tingled.<\/p>\n
\u2018This damn woman!\u2019<\/p>\n
Stanley wrapped his arm around her waist. It was so soft, like a willow bending in the wind, fragile enough to break with one snap. Her waist was slim\u2014barely 20 inches. His thumb and forefinger could nearly encircle it.<\/p>\n
With her slender legs and narrow waist, Stanley realized she was gorgeous.<\/p>\n
His breath grew unsteady. He grabbed her face, prying her off. Her blushing, palm-sized face fit entirely in his hand. Frustrated, he gripped her and cursed, \u201cDo you love biting things?\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy had little rationality left. The alcohol, combined with the effects of the drug, was making her weak.<\/p>\n
Her eyes shimmered with tears, and it looked like she might cry.<\/p>\n
Stanley froze and immediately withdrew his hand.<\/p>\n
But Wendy clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I didn\u2019t mean to bite you. Does it hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n
Before he could answer, Stanley felt something soft on his throat\u2014she kissed him.<\/p>\n
A flicker of light danced in Stanley\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n
Her kisses moved upward, landing on his neck and leaving red marks along his strong jawline.<\/p>\n
The little beast that had just bared her teeth now behaved like a gentle kitten, snuggling in his arms and kissing him all over.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you and Jessica done it before?\u201d Wendy asked.<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s eyes darkened.<\/p>\n
She stood on tiptoe, her glistening eyes fixed on his thin lips. \u201cStanley, I\u2019ve been drugged. I\u2019m still your wife. Won\u2019t you help me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s large hand gripped her slender waist. Her delicate, vase-like figure made him want to hold her tighter.<\/p>\n
Wendy slowly leaned in, her lips moving closer to his.<\/p>\n
Stanley didn\u2019t pull away.<\/p>\n
The two grew closer and closer, their lips about to meet.<\/p>\n
At that moment, a melodic ringtone interrupted them\u2014a phone call.<\/p>\n
Stanley pulled his phone out of his pocket, and the screen displayed two words.<\/p>\n
\u2018Jessica Crone.\u2019<\/p>\n
Jessica was calling.<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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