Melissa's black hair cascaded freely, unrestrained, and flowing.

The ambiance grew increasingly romantic.

However, Marcus deemed it insufficient. With one hand, he ensnared her, while the other deftly unbuttoned her coat.

Underneath, her figure was slender and enticing.

Leaning against the door, Melissa fixed him with an icy stare. "Mr. Fowler, I presume you have your checkbook ready again?"