My God!
Arthur Lindsey is way too filthy...
Wailing!
To a strange, small journalist, he actually wants to...
Although Elena Finnegan thought this, she dare not say it out loud and instead politely asked, "Arthur... sir... are you drunk..."
Suddenly, Arthur's perfect handsome face shifted slightly downward, blowing a warm breath towards her delicate nostrils up close.
So close.
His hot thin lips were almost touching her nostrils.
The warmth carried potent, male, full-blown hormones into the breaths of Elena Finnegan, intoxicating...
Arthur Lindsey provocatively curved his lips, "Smell like alcohol, huh?"
"No, not at all..." Elena Finnegan said, her face turning bright red.
Red as though it could drip, bleed...
"Do you want to successfully interview me, huh?"
Arthur Lindsey suddenly rubbed against her body with an imposing invasion, the insinuation in his words was unmistakable.