Felix ground his teeth dangerously, his displeasure evident.
“So, is this what you normally do at bars? Invite men for drinks and grope them all over?”
Elena tried to pull away but failed, pouting her lips in protest.
“Why are you being so mean to me?”
Felix pressed on, undeterred. “Answer me. Have you ever done this to other men at the bar?”
Elena giggled, leaning further into Felix’s chest and nuzzling against him.
“Take a guess. Why do you care so much? I’ve got plenty of money.”
She reached into her pocket, pulled out her wallet, and casually tossed it onto Felix’s shoulder.
“Whatever your price tonight, I’ll pay it!”
Felix’s gaze darkened as he pinned Elena down onto the bed, lowering his head to capture her lips in a deep kiss.
This kiss wasn’t one of tenderness or passion—
