"No." Anaya took the hairdryer and stuffed it into Hearst's hand. "Dry my hair, please."
Hearst shifted his gaze to the tips of Anaya's rosy ears, chuckled, and then concentrated on his task.
Anaya climbed onto the bed and tucked herself in after her hair was dry.
She was tired, so her voice was sleepy. "Be quiet when you leave. Don't wake Sammo up."
That dog was clingy. It followed Hearst out after his visit.
Anaya fell asleep without waiting for a response from Hearst.
Suddenly, the bed behind Anaya sank.
Anaya felt a warm body behind her back and then a pair of strong hands around her waist.
"You should go home."
Anaya turned as her resistance.
However, the sleeping Anaya was feeble, so her move was more like seducing Hearst.
A muffled groan came from behind. Instantly, Anaya didn't dare to move again.
Hearst turned Anaya over and pulled her into his arms. "Be good, and I won't touch you."