In the warm room, the air conditioning was running at full blast. After some gentle passion, everything fell quiet and calm again.

Chantelle lay curled against Andrew’s chest, her cheeks flushed as she rested her head on him. Her skin, showing above the covers, was fair and smooth, and seemed delicate to the touch.

Andrew lay on his back with one arm around Chantelle’s slender waist, feeling content and at peace.

“Andrew!”

“Yeah?”

“Nothing… I just wanted to say your name.”

Andrew gave the "cold beauty’s" perky bottom a playful squeeze.

She winced a little and pouted. “Hey! That hurt!”

Andrew looked down at her and smiled. “Was it good?”

Chantelle turned away. “Go ask Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen… I don’t have a say in this!”

Andrew was genuinely exasperated. “Are you getting jealous again?”

Chantelle replied, “I wouldn’t call it jealousy, but why are you asking me if it was good? Don’t you know?”

Andrew nodded. “Oh? So that means you were very satisfied.”

“Shut up.”

By now, there was no line between the two of them, emotionally or physically. They had crossed it without hesitation.

Chantelle said in a softer tone, “Do you remember the first time we met? Back then, I couldn’t stand you.”

Andrew chuckled. “And now, look at you… sleeping with the same guy you once rolled your eyes at.”

She let out a light laugh. “Yeah, weirdly enough, I feel happy when I’m around you. You’re annoying sometimes, but… I still like you. Doing this kind of thing with you… It’s embarrassing to admit, but I actually enjoy it. Does that make me a slut?”

Andrew nodded. “Yeah… You’re pretty slutty. Maybe even more than my other ladies.”

Chantelle gasped and quickly ducked under the covers. “You’re serious? Am I that shameless?”

He pulled her back gently and smiled. “I was just teasing you. Chantelle, you’re actually a very charming woman… not slutty at all, and I really like you! It’s just that in the future, you should smile more and wear more stockings and tight jeans! Don’t always wear those work outfits of yours. Although they’re beautiful and alluring too, they lack a bit of feminine sophistication and sexiness!”

Chantelle snorted. “Andrew, I’m discovering that you’re quite the pervert.”

Andrew raised an eyebrow without denying it. “Just tell me if you like it or not!”

Chantelle said reluctantly, “Fine, I admit… I like it!”

Without warning, Andrew picked her up again.

Chantelle instinctively covered her chest and squealed, “What are you doing? Didn’t we just finish?”

He gave her a quick kiss and whispered, “Come on, get on top!”

Chantelle’s face turned completely red as she bit her lip, but obediently climbed on top.

Later, after their second round of passion, Chantelle was completely spent. Her forehead was damp with sweat, her breathing slow and quiet.

Andrew let her rest, gently pulling the covers over her. Then, he got out of bed and got dressed. Perhaps it was because he had just escaped from Goldridge, but his heart still felt restless and troubled.

Only now, after the passionate moments with Chantelle, did he finally feel calm again. However, once he calmed down, he suddenly felt a wave of unease wash over him.