Rose cursed under her breath as she walked toward Vincent's room.
"Come to my room… what the hell is wrong with him?" Rose mimicked Vincent's voice from earlier, annoyed by how commanding he had sounded.
The fact that he had woken her up from her beauty sleep just to tell her to come to his room for an unknown reason was really irritating her.
When she got to his room, she knocked three times, but no one answered. Not wanting to waste time, she opened the door carefully and walked in.
The lights were on, making the entire room bright. It looked exactly like Rose's own room, with the same interior design, but larger and more luxurious.
Rose looked around but didn't see Vincent anywhere.
"Mr. Vincent? Mr. Vincent, I'm here" she called.
Still seeing no one, she walked further into the room, searching and also admiring her surroundings.
Suddenly, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw Vincent stepping out of the bathroom, dripping wet from head to waist, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his bare, muscular chest.
Rose gasped in shock. She wasn't expecting that scene at all. She swallowed hard, and without realizing it, her eyes stayed on him, scanning his body. He looked incredibly well-built, his defined abs and toned upper body glistened under the light, giving Rose a sudden urge to touch him.
Vincent used a small towel to dry his hair. He didn't even look at Rose, but he knew she was there.
"Mr… Mr. Vincent, you called me here or was it a mistake?" Rose asked, still dazed by the sight. Her face had turned red like a tomato.
Vincent didn't reply. After drying his hair, he hung the towel on a nearby hanger. Then he looked up and noticed Rose still standing there, clearly flustered. He chuckled softly and began walking toward her.
"Wh… what are you doing, Mr. Vincent?" Rose asked nervously.
She started moving back, but her back soon hit the wall. Her breath caught as she felt how close he was. Her heart pounded heavily, and she could feel their bodies almost touching, his presence overwhelming her space.
Vincent stared at her face. She looked scared, and he seemed to enjoy it. His gaze slowly moved downward, stopping at her bosom. Her nightwear wasn't fully covering her, leaving part of her exposed.
"Looks like you've come here to seduce me" Vincent said, his eyes still fixed on her.
Rose quickly looked down and realized her nightwear was slightly exposed. She gasped. She had forgotten how revealing it was. Now he might think she had come here on purpose to seduce him.
She forced an awkward smile.
"It's not what you're thi..."
"I like it that way"
That was the last thing Vincent said before he captured her lips off guard.