"What are you thinking about?" Beside him, Mr Lennox's voice came.
"Nothing." Aiden Lennox answered him coolly, withdrawing his gaze.
Their attention returned to the press conference stage.
Upstairs in the lounge, the intense scene was still going on.
Ethan Laurent's body had been rubbing against Summer Ford the whole time.
He seemed unsatisfied with just kissing; the parts of him pressed to her were so hot they felt like a branding iron.
"Help me take off my clothes." His voice was hoarse, hoarse in a wickedly sexy way.
Summer hesitated, her hands stiff as she helped unbutton his shirt one button at a time.
When the shirt came off, Summer suddenly thought of something. "You didn't bring anything!"
She meant a condom.
"Is that kind of thing so important?" Ethan didn't care at all about what she'd just said.
