MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

The light had filled the room, coaxing Savannah from deep sleep to wakefulness. She opened her eyes and found herself in Dylan's big bed in Beverly Hills.

Her clothes had been changed, and she was in a nightdress now. After a moment of confusion, she thought of what had happened last night, she suddenly blushed.

Although she had been out of senses because of the drug, the memory was still vivid.

She asked for sex in his Lamborghini last night, crying, begging, wanting again and again... And she kept calling him honey. She was drugged, and she can't resist the strong desire that had occupied her entire body last night.

In the end, she was too tired and fell asleep.

The memory made her blush up to the roots of her hair. She covered her face with the blanket and refused to go back to the scene of the previous night.

No, no. It was none of her business. The aphrodisiac was the real cause!

"Awake?" A warm and husky voice said as the door of the bedroom creaked open.

Savannah was momentarily thrown by the voice. The blanket slipped down through her fingers, and then she saw Dylan standing in the doorway with his arms folded.

"Mor…morning." She stammered, blushing again.

"You were drugged by Devin last night." Dylan made slowly for her and said.

"Oh…" Savannah covered herself with the blanket again, afraid that he would mention what she did and what they did.

"How do you feel now? Shall we go to the hospital?" Dylan said, his hand touching her forehead.

After the good sex in his car last night, the little woman looked much better and fell asleep. He took her back to Beverly Hills and called Jacob here for a further check-up.

Jacob said that Savannah had taken a normal date-rape drug. Luckily, the dose was not too much, and she should be okay. If Savannah still felt sick the next day, she should go to the hospital.

Savannah's heartbeat quickened. His hot hand made her cheek blush again.

"I'm fine." She turned aside and murmured.

Compared with her enthusiasm last night, she was too cold now. Unpleased, Dylan reached down and deliberately breathed to her ear. "You don't look like the girl who cried for sex last night."

What the hell! She wanted to scream against him as he reminded her again of what had happened last night. 

Savannah glared at him with her eyes fluttering, shamefaced.

"I don't know what you are talking about! Who cried for sex? Shame on you! Clearly, you had taken advantage of me! You knew I was drugged but didn't take me to the hospital, and you intentionally..." Savannah's voice trailed off as her courage failed.

It was herself who refused to go to the hospital and insisted on taking him as the antidote.

Dylan lowered his voice and continued, "Anyway, I have taken the car to the car wash. The chair cushions and back should all be replaced. I didn't expect you to be so passionate, baby."

Savannah was speechless, her face flushing. Dylan laughed when he saw that the little woman was going crazy.

"Come down to breakfast." He rose, patting on her head softly. Then he walked out of the bedroom.

Savannah breathed when he left. She jumped out of bed, washed, changed her clothes, and went downstairs.

The breakfast was already on the table. She could smell the bread and sausage on the stairs.

Dylan was reading the news over coffee as usual.

"You're too slow." He glanced at her.

Savannah looked at him. She could not help replaying the scene in the car last night in her mind.

It was not the first time she made love with him, but it was the first time she had been so spontaneous.

She could only hide her face in shame.

Her stomach was growling. Feeling empty, she decided to appease her hunger first.

Sitting opposite Dylan, she lowered her head and began to eat.

Luckily Dylan didn't tease her anymore.

After breakfast, Savannah felt full and calmed down.

"Have you gotten the USB flash drive? Is the design drawing alright?" She asked as she dabbed at her mouth with a tissue.

"Well. I asked the bodyguard to check Devin's computer, and there was no copy. The design drawing is back. It's all right now." He raised his eyes and gave her a thoughtful look.

This little woman was daring and pretty clever.

She got the design drawing back alone and did not forget to delete the file in Devin's computer completely.

But did she know what would happen if he didn't come to Beverly Hills last night or failed to go to Devin's apartment in time?

Savannah sighed with relief. Her risk-taking action was not in vain.

"Finished? Come here." Dylan ordered.

"What's the matter?" She paused, stood up slowly, and walked around the table to him.

Before she knew, she was pulled by him to sit on his firm, muscular thighs, and she wrapped her arms around his neck subconsciously.

"Dylan! What are you doing?" Alarmed, she looked around, afraid of being seen by Judy.

"That's what I want to ask you. You took it upon yourself and went to another man's house alone. What if I hadn't arrived in time?" He looked straight into her eyes.

He couldn't teach her when she didn't seem sane last night. Now that she had eaten enough and refreshed, he needed to talk to her.

Savannah bit her lip, not happy about it. She helped him to get back his design drawing at risk! Far from praising her, he was going to criticize her?

Knowing that she was unconvinced, he caressed her chin and said, "I won't criticize you this time, but never do that again. Otherwise, you'll be in trouble! You don't have to worry about me next time. I'll figure everything out myself!"

"I didn't worry about you. Don't get me wrong." She denied, jerking her chin at him.

"You mean, you did that, not for me?" He rubbed his thumb disapprovingly over her cheek.

"No!" She gritted her teeth and firmly denied, "you helped me to prove my innocence last time. I just want to repay it."