Sansa's pov
In a heated moment, our lips locked and sparks shooting through my entire body, he leads me out of the club. Apparently, we're in a hotel—there's a club inside it. Not exactly my usual type, maybe a three-star vibe, but I don't care. As long as nobody sees me and I don't know anyone here, I'm fine.
We slip into a suite. He unzips my dress while I hurriedly unbutton his black-sleeved top. It's like we've been craving each other forever, which is insane—we've only met minutes ago.
"You don't have to pretend you didn't want me," he murmurs to me. "You know you do… very much."
We lock eyes as our lips meet again. I push him back for a moment, making him withdraw, and he just smirks before pulling me towards him and kissing me again—this time wickedly, leaving me breathless… craving more.
"it's just a matter of convenience," I tell him. "But you seemed inclined to have me by all means."
He smirks as I help him unbuckle his pants.
