After speaking, Tailsa turned her head slightly, her shy demeanor making her intentions clearâeven a fool could understand her meaning.
"I... I'll take you to rest," James stammered, his voice trembling.
Tailsa bit her lip, looking embarrassed, and said softly, "To your house?"
"A hotel," James replied, taking her hand before she could respond, already planning on taking her to get a room.
He wasn't exactly a saint when it came to abstinence.
If Tailsa was being this forward, stepping back seemed pointless. Otherwise, why keep his manliness at all? He might as well give it away.
Hearing they weren't going to his home, Tailsa pouted slightly, casting an annoyed glance his way.
Internally, she fumed. Was she that unpresentable? Even if his parents were home, her looks wouldn't embarrass him. To hide even his own home from herâwhat a jerk.
Despite her displeasure, she understood something was definitely going to happen tonight. James had spent a fortune that dayâenough for a down payment on a decently priced house. A man of such high quality was not an opportunity she was willing to let slip.
Rising to follow James, Tailsa instinctively glanced back at the table. Ensuring she hadn't left anything, she hesitated at the sight of the six unopened bottles of wine, quickly grabbing James with concern, "Are we just leaving these?"
Seeing her reluctance, James chuckled, "How about I get you a membership card and store them under your name?"
Only then did Tailsa break into a wide smile, wrapping her arms around his neck, gazing at him with affection.
James understood the desire in her eyes, providing another lesson in the art of kissing. He kissed Tailsa until her cheeks flushed red and she was nearly out of breath before he let her go.
Just then, his phone vibrated. It was a message from Amanda.
First was a candid photo. It showed three girls at the standing table, with one particularly attractive girl circled in red, alongside a written phone number.
Following that was a text message, explaining that the two men and women at booth A06 declined James's offer of drinks, so she hadn't gotten the girl's number.
James smiled, unbothered by their refusal. Offering drinks when there are guys around could feel like stepping on their toes.
He admired Amanda's thorough and clear approach.
Since the three girls accepted James's drinks, he received a system prompt.
[Goddess Database Updated]
Name: Linda Hostin
Age: 29
Height: 158cm
Weight: 41kg
Charm: 90
Occupation: Voice Actress
Specialty: Vocal mimicking
Affection: 0 (Stranger)
Relationship Count: 49
Reward: Top-tier combat techniques
Amount Spent: $20,000
This girl's talents seemed intriguing; she could likely mimic various voicesâlike a loli, a mature woman, or even bubble tones. Fun to play with.
But her relationship count was a bit off-putting.
Moreover, the reward wasn't particularly appealing.
What good are top-tier combat techniques in the modern world? For fighting in arenas?
Being skilled in combat wasn't of much use.
In the world of mingling, background mattersâthe power you hold.
Combat skills are a nice-to-have, but not necessary. You can always hire bodyguards.
Ten bio-engineered beings beat top-tier combat skills any day.
Even Tailsa's super physique sounded better than just being skilled in fighting.
As for the A06 girl, James scanned her quicklyâ93 in charm, 96 in relationships.
Hmm... more relationships than charm points.
Forget it, not worth looking into.
It wasn't about having a cleanliness obsession, but pursuing someone so likely to cheat felt strange to James.
Even just aiming for rewardsâtricking someone for genuine feelings didn't feel right.
If you're going to be a jerk, at least maintain a semblance of decency.
Tailsa and Amanda seemed far better than those flashy temptresses.
He texted Amanda to come over to get the membership card arranged.
Amanda promptly returned.
After storing the wine, James topped up the card with an additional $200,000 in front of Tailsa.
Such lavishness made Tailsa hug him even tighter.
Even Amanda's affection level increased by two points.
Her respect and esteem for James grew.
A man with wealth, power, and good looks is hard for women not to like.
Holding Tailsa's hand, James left the bar under Amanda's adoring gaze.
Outside, they headed to a four-star international hotel, taking a cab directly to their destination.
Five-star hotels were too far, and distant waters can't quench immediate thirst.
At the hotel, they booked a presidential suite, originally priced at $38,000, now down to $9,800.
It came with a personal butler, providing attentive service.
James's butler was a woman in her thirties, wearing a qipao, exuding elegance with every move.
Charm in the seventies.
In the elevator, she inquired about their needsâoffering snacks or massage to unwindâand detailed amenities on each floor, like the basketball court, gym, pool, and game room.
James wasn't too concerned about those.
He only cared about the size of the bed.
Reaching the top floor, they opened the door.
Never mind the impressive bed inside the bedroom.
The immense floor-to-ceiling window caught the eye immediately.
Through it, the sparse buildings allowed an unobstructed view, capturing New York City's enchanting nightscapeâa mesmerizing display of city lights and stars mingling in a dreamlike scene.
The suite was remarkably expansive, about two hundred square meters.
The layout was two-bedrooms, one living room. The living room was lavish and tastefully decorated, several exquisitely flamboyant couches accentuating its opulence.
Outside, there was a spacious open balcony, alongside a small pool.
The September weather made it the perfect time to swim.
Not too cold, not too hot, they could swim while enjoying the scenery, relishing the peaceful evening breeze without interruption.
Scenery so captivating.
But James had no time to appreciate it.
After shutting the female butler out, he eagerly embraced Tailsa, kissing and caressing her.
Tailsa's slip dress proved conveniently easy to remove. With a simple tug at each strap, the dress slid effortlessly to the floor.
James's movements were slightly clumsy and awkward. Under Tailsa's careful guidance, he overcame all obstacles.
...
Half an hour later, James lit a cigarette.
He wasn't entirely pleased with his first performance.
But he was too nervous, unable to control it.
At this moment, Tailsa was showering in the bathroom.
Her silhouette visible through the glass.
The showerhead sprayed water, its sound urging.
James, after a brief pause on the bed, stubbed out his cigarette and followed her in.
"Oh! Why are you coming in?"
"What do you think?"
Tailsa gasped.
She looked somewhat shy.
...
Afterward, they shared a bath in the luxurious tub, spending another hour there.