Chapter 3 WOMAN IN MY ROOM

TRAVIS' P O V

While I was in the middle of having a shower in the bathroom, the thought of the drunk woman I had earlier encountered in the men's restroom of the bar kept playing through my head. She looked so damn attractive in her light brown hair around her flushed face, and when my eyes darted on hers, they were the sexiest hue of amber I’d ever seen.

And that black dress she was wearing. Although it wasn’t that short and revealing, but the fact that she failed to button up her jacket, made me see what she was hiding under, and damn! I couldn’t help the blood rising within me. However, it seemed as though she was unaware of how attractive she actually was.

Another reason why I couldn't get her out of my head was that her face looked very familiar to me, and I was still trying to remember when and where I had met her before, but my mind was a mess at the moment. I gave a little shake of the head in an effort to brush her off my mind.

I snatched the towel off the rack, and wrapped it around my waist before walking back into the room. However, as soon as I did so, I came to a complete stop when I noticed the woman who had been racing through my mind lying down on my bed.

Yes... I brought her here in my VIP room, just upstairs the bar. I hated the slutty atmosphere of bars, but I could bear with it, particularly when I had some important meetings with my business partners or investors. For some reason, they preferred to discuss about something important in a loud and public place like this, rather than talk about it in a conference room where it was peacefully quiet.

But if I were to be asked, I have never enjoyed my time spent here. It makes me uncomfortable to see woman who have gotten drunk, exposed too much skin while dancing, and then passed out from the effects of the alcohol like the woman sleeping right now on my bed.

Although I had a wife, she was never more than a ‘‘wife with benefits.’’ But as I looked at this woman in my room, I couldn't help but notice a strange sensation rising up inside of me.

This woman showed no signs of stirring from her deep sleep, and she was breathing regularly throughout. The sight of her sounded asleep set my heart rate racing. How am I supposed to bring her home if she doesn’t want to wake up?

She can’t sleep here tonight…

Should I rouse her from her sleep?

That wasn’t a good idea though. She had too much to drink judging by the way she acted earlier. She didn’t even realize that she was in the men’s restroom.

I heaved a sigh as I proceeded towards the closet, and was about to pull out a shirt to wear, when I heard the woman mumble something.

I couldn’t comprehend what she was trying to say, so I moved closer to her, until I was already kneeling down on the bed, my face leaned closer with the intention of getting a better understanding of what she was saying; nevertheless, to my astonishment, she wrapped her arms around me.

‘‘Hey!’’ I made an effort to remove her arms away from me, but her hold just became tighter.

‘‘Fuck you!’’ she spoke in a hushed tone, but there was a trace of rage in her voice. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, but it was more of sweet than pungent.

Fuck me? Damn! I don’t even know you.

‘‘I don’t love you anymore, Cohen…’’ she added. ‘‘You betrayed me. You don’t deserve me!’’

Cohen?

Within the realm of business, I was only familiar with a person whose name was Cohen. And he was a successful businessman.

Cohen Dawson.

Was this the woman he married? I was completely unaware that he already had a wife, since he dated different women every month.

While the woman’s arms still encircled tightly around me, I reached for my phone that was sitting on my nightstand, and immediately dialed my personal assistant’s number.

‘‘Hello, Sir?’’ he answered on the first ring. ‘‘You’re still at the Neon Nights Club?’’

‘‘Kevin…’’ I growled, ignoring his question. ‘‘I want you to make an investigation about this man. He’s the famous playboy in the business industry…’’

The more I struggled to get away from the woman, the more she tightened her grip on me, and her voice suddenly changed into a seductive whisper as she said, ‘‘Cohen…’’

‘‘Sir, are you with someone else?’’ I heard Kevin say from the other line, and I snapped at him, which caused him to be silent for a little while. ‘‘Who is the man you want me to investigate?’’

‘‘Cohen Dawson…’’ I replied, groaning when the woman moved into a sitting position, and was pressing her body against mine, her hands started to roam all over me. ‘‘Include his wife in the investigation…’’

‘‘Cohen Dawson and his wife? But why---’’

‘‘Just do as I say! Damn it!’’ I yelled, and then hung up the phone without waiting for him to respond. When the woman started kissing my neck, I tossed my phone to the other side of the bed.

Fuck!

The sensation of her delicate body brushing up against mine prompted a fire to start raging in my heart, which I could feel all the way from the pit of my stomach, down to my aching shaft.

‘‘Cohen…’’ obviously, this woman had mistaken me for her husband, and I have to stop her, but I had no idea why I was frozen in place as I let her do these things to me. ‘‘Kiss me, Cohen. Please…’’

Lust was starting to take over my body, and I had no intention of smothering it in the face of such provocation. She was the one who started the fire, and not me. My entire body felt like it was going to explode from the heat, and pressure inside.

But I controlled myself. This wasn’t right. She’s a married woman…

She moved her fingers and appeared to be going to remove the towel that was wrapped around my waist, but I was able to stop her by firmly grasping both of her hands.

‘‘Stop it!’’ all of a sudden, I experienced a variety of emotions. This was the very first time that a woman had taken the initiative to do something of this nature, and I did not appreciate it. My hormones were fighting against what my head was trying to tell me, which was to stop.

It seemed as though she was seducing me, and she was successful in turning me on.

Fuck it! This would only take place once, and I swear that I won't do it again in the future!

And then I slammed my lips onto hers. The moment our lips touched, I felt her gasp, and her hand moved to my nape to pull my head down. I kissed her upper lips, nipping it gently, then I moved to her lower lip, until I felt her opened her lips widely, and that was the moment I was waiting as I thrust my tongue inside the recesses of her mouth, and began to explore, taste, and search.

I pulled away from the kiss, and I heard her groan in protest. Just as I was to take off the towel that was wrapped around me, I was startled by the door to the room slammed open.

‘‘Let go of her, you pervert!’’ a petite woman in a brown hair stepped into my room, her face skated rage all over as she sent me murderous gaze.