"Looks like you also enjoy drinking like this!"
Basil Moore's face gently leaned towards her ear, the subtle touches between their skins and the ambiguous exchange of breaths made her feel like she was teetering on the edge between a man and a woman.
"Basil, Young Master Basil..."
Before Barbara Thompson could finish speaking, Basil Moore grasped her hand, stood up, and pulled her out...
Before they exited, the rich second-generation heir smirked and teased, "Truly, the famous 'Play Boy' of Capital City! How quickly you tamed the wildcat?"
Basil Moore glanced back with a devilish smile, "Women aren't tamed, they're conquered."
Barbara Thompson never dreamed she would one day lie next to a young master of the Moore family. Although he's a playboy, she couldn't deny that this man was truly wonderful, very gentle, much more so than Christopher Moore, that iceberg of a CEO.
She preferred a man with a unique, roguish charm.
