Her cautious suspicion was not an over-reaction.

After having been harassed by Mack Smith for nothing at Jones's house for so many years, she was used to be alert.

If she had been naive, she would have long been assaulted by Mack Smith, the scumbag, and it would be impossible for her to stand here well.

At this moment, the knock on the door sounded.

"Come in." Aaron Black said coldly.

"Master Black, this is the clothes you want." The hotel's beauty manager respectfully bowed and delivered him the gilded tray with her both hands.

Emma Jones looked at the hotel badge on the chest of the hotel manager, and her eyes showed surprise.

The LOGO printed on the badge was of the Royal Asia Hotel.

Royal Asia Hotel, a six-star hotel with its branches across Asia, had a strong background. It was said that it had inextricable relationships with the European Wind Group and the Center Consortium on Wall Street.

What exactly was Aaron Black's identity? How could even the beauty manager of the Royal Asia Hotel flatter him so inferiorly?

She once saw the beauty manager of this Royal Asia Hotel in fashion magazines.

It was said that suitors of this manager included the top giants in A City, and even Master Shaw, the leader of some military and political affairs, was enthralled by her...

Emma Jones felt it hard to imagine what kind of position Aaron Black had so that such a woman would treat him like a god?

"Go and put on this."

Aaron Black handed the clothes to her, interrupting her meditation.

Emma Jones finally realized that at this time the female manager had already left. Only she and he were in the grand presidential suite.

She looked at the pure white skirt held in his hand, hesitated for a moment before reaching out to pick up, "... thank you."

Emma Jones's voice was a little unnatural and even a little embarrassed.

Just because Aaron Black's long and beautiful finger seemed to hang on the light pink underwear on the gilded tray...

The underwear was very delicate and beautiful, but that hand was even more eye-catching and better-looking than the underwear...

Her cheeks became hot for a while. Emma Jones thought that she might have been not totally recovered from her fever, otherwise, how could she get hot?

Hurrying to take the tray from the man's slender hands, just like something was chasing after her, Emma Jones hurriedly entered the cloakroom.

On the leather sofa in the lobby, Aaron Black sat lazily, with a cigar between his long fingers.

He looked a little careless in the smoke.

The perfect profile of his face in the light of the sun was bright and handsome. The dark pupils were faintly shining with a peaceful and intelligent light.

Then suddenly, the dressing room door was opened, and Emma Jones walked out from inside. Aaron Black's dim glance directly moved to her, and his undisguised, amazed and scorching sight made Emma Jones feel a bit awkward.

Aaron Black stared at her, and his deep eyes were with hidden sharpness, "It suits you."

The dress was a high-end specific model of a luxury brand. There was only one piece in the world, and it was not always available even you had money.

Emma Jones's skin was light and her body was slender. Although she was only 165 in height, her body had a perfect golden ratio. She had a thin waist, long legs, and tight hips. Of course, in Aaron Black's view, if she could be full-breasted, he would be more satisfied.

The cut of the dress was fluent and simple, and there was no extra embellishment except for a slender belt with diamonds on the front waistband.

It seemed to be tailor-made when she wore it. With her dark hair which looked like seaweed, her whole person looked light and slender, as beautiful as an elf.

Caught by his sight, Emma Jones could not help but strain her body slightly.

"Master Black, thank you for your clothes. I'll wash them and send them back to the hotel. You shouldn't bother to see me off..."

She really didn't know what to say at this time. Even if she didn't know luxury brands well, she could also tell the high value of this dress.

Aaron Black and she did not know each other before, but he gave her such a luxury directly. Either he was so rich that he could not spend his money even in several lifetimes, or he had other intentions for her ...

She thought that for Aaron Black, both reasons were possible. He was rich, and at the same time he had intentions for her...

This was the reason for her tension. If she could, she really wanted to turn and run away...

"Don't rush, come here, I need to talk to you." He glanced at her for a long while, and finally spoke faintly. He waved at her, beckoning her to go to him.

Emma Jones frowned. She knew that the man was finally going to unveil the mystery and tell her his intentions.

She tidied the hair that was blown beside her neck and walked over, sat on the small sofa opposite Aaron Black, and she was all ears.

However......

Her hands down were squeezed tightly.

It was clear that she was restraining her nervousness.

Aaron Black sensed her feeling, and his black eyes flickered a little, then he said slowly: "Emma Jones, be my lover, and I can satisfy you with any conditions. What do you think?"

Emma Jones's whole body became stiff.

Her pupils widened and looked at him in disbelief, and her delicate little face turned red.

She didn't expect him to be so straightforward and so frank about letting her be his lover!

Damn, what did he think of her!

Emma Jones stood up suddenly, and her face was pale with agitation, "You wish..."

It might be her agitation or the smoke, Emma Jones choked before she could finish speaking.

Even tears broke out by the cough.

This bastard, she even felt that he was a gentleman and elegant in the past. What bullshit! She must have been blind to think so.

Aaron Black frowned, and his slender fingers wiped out the half-burned cigar in the crystal ashtray.

He lifted his slender palm and intended to reach out to help her but was avoided by Emma Jones as if his hand was a snake.

But she still coughed violently.

She was obviously uncomfortable but too stubborn and unwilling to yield. Looking at her, Aaron Black's eyebrows raised high, and the area between his eyebrows was jumping, "Why should you be so agitated? I will not eat you. "

When he spoke, his long slender hands stretched out again and ignored her refusal. He tied her arrogantly in his arms and patted her on the back with a mighty but gentle movement, helping her to breathe.

With his deliberately softened movements, Emma Jones finally breathed normally and stopped coughing violently.

She began to struggle, trying to escape his cold arms.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of the hands that imprisoned her.

She felt extremely humiliated as if her dignity was trampled on the ground hard.

Her eyes were instantly red.

But at the same time, she straightened her back stubbornly, like a proud warrior who had endured hundreds of battles and did not allow herself to cry weakly.

She, Emma Jones, would never be anyone's lover!

Anyone!

She had her own pride and dignity, why should she be trampled on?

Should she be trampled because he had money and needs?

At this moment, Emma Jones struggled like a trapped beast.

Unable to get away from his control, she bit but was in vain, then she hit him without any sense.

"Emma Jones, calm down." Aaron Black reprimanded her, pressing her hands on the sofa with both hands, staring deeply at her.

He did not expect that Emma Jones would respond so fiercely to the conditions he proposed.

He thought that, with his capacity, it would be enough to make any woman fall in love with him. Unexpectedly, she refused so thoroughly.

Seeing her struggling irrationally, he seemed to have been splashed with icy water and lost all the interest, but damn concerned about her again.

He was good at everything except pleasing a woman.

"Aaron Black, you bastard, let go!" Emma Jones stared at him with red eyes.

"If you don't make trouble, I will let you go." Aaron Black narrowed his eyes, showed apparently a little impatient, but in the face of Emma Jones, he was still soft in the tone.

In his memory, he had never been so kind to a person before. Emma Jones was the first and would be the last one.

He allowed her to lose her temper, and he would pamper her indefinitely, but he would never allow her to escape.

The person he fancied could only belong to him, regardless of her body or mind.

However, he was not in a hurry. Patience for the prey should be the most indispensable quality to be a good hunter.

He would wait until she willingly agreed to him, accepting him physically and mentally, belonging to him completely!

"Only if you let me go will I not make trouble." Damn asshole, couldn't he see that his body almost overwhelmed her to be breathless?

"Okay, I'll let you go." Aaron Black let go of her.

He sat back on the sofa again and looked at her leisurely. "Emma Jones, I'll give you enough time to think about it. When you figure it out, come to the Royal Asia Hotel, and someone will notify me directly."

He did not give her the phone number or directly give her the phone because he knew that Emma Jones would never write down his number at this time.

Even if he gave her a mobile phone, he was afraid that she would throw the mobile phone in the trash can directly when she was out of his sight.

What a stubborn little girl.

His expression was dim and unclear under the light. His slightly raised eyebrows and his eyes were handsome and picturesque, but when they fell into Emma Jones's eyes, they were even more abominable than those of the devil!

Emma Jones jumped up from the sofa, tidied her clothes angrily, stared angrily at the man, and found that the culprit who made her so angry was so in order that she couldn't even see a strand of hair not in the place it should be.

This bastard! Asshole! Damn asshole!

She didn't want to stay for one more second and ignored the man's words. She stomped and ran away like a whirl of wind...

Goodbye, forever!

Looking at her fleeing away, Aaron Black's lips faintly raised and showed a light arc: "Emma Jones, you will definitely come back to me, and I will wait for you ..."

The man was like a night emperor planning everything, and everything was under his control.