Chapter 5

Sebastian was completely aroused by those troublesome hands, his eyes turning deep and dark.

Rolling over, he pinned the drunken little kitten beneath him. He stared down at her, a dark fire burning in his gaze.

"Little Nell..."

This nickname made Eleanor pause her struggles. She tilted her head in confusion, as if she were trying to recall something.

After a moment, she suddenly grew angry.

"Who said you could call me Little Nell? You aren't allowed to call me that! Little Nell is a nickname only the boy from my childhood can use. Even if I can't find him right now, you still aren't allowed to use that name, you bad man."

Sebastian's gaze lit up instantly, shining with clarity before settling.

He stared deeply at the intoxicated, bleary-eyed Eleanor.

"Little Nell, you still remember me... you still remember me..."

"Remember you? Who are you? Stop shaking so I can see you."

As she spoke, she grabbed Sebastian's cheeks again, widening her drunken eyes as she tried her hardest to focus.

Then, she raised a hand and lightly slapped Sebastian's face.

"I told you to stop shaking. You're still moving. You have three heads! How am I supposed to see you clearly?"

This unreasonable little drunkard instantly shattered the romantic mood building in Sebastian's heart. He was still clinging to the sweet memories of the past, but the slap sobered him up a bit.

He raised his hand and gently pinched Eleanor's nose.

"Little girl, I'll let you off this time. But the next time you dare to get drunk and seduce me, I'll eat you alive!"

With that said, Sebastian tried to get out of bed to take a cold shower; otherwise, he was definitely going to die of heat exhaustion.

But as soon as one foot touched the floor, she grabbed his arm. The drunken little wildcat pulled Sebastian straight back onto the bed. Then, she boldly threw her leg over him and straddled his waist.

She raised her chin arrogantly and poked Sebastian's shoulder.

"You're not allowed to leave. You haven't told me who you are yet! Tell me, who are you, and why did you call me Little Nell?"

Sebastian stared deeply at Eleanor as smile played on his lips.

He raised his hand and gently caressed her face.

"Little girl, remember this: my name is Sebastian Lockwood."

"Sebastian Lockwood..."

Eleanor murmured. Her sweet voice was softened by the alcohol, making it sound incredibly charming.

Sebastian felt his heart melt hearing his name fall from her lips. He wished he could hold her in the palm of his hand and pamper her forever.

His large hands moved up, caressing Eleanor's slender waist.

The soft yet firm skin in his fingertips made Sebastian's heart tremble, and heat surged through his veins.

"Little Nell..." he whispered softly, his eyes darkening with desire.

Eleanor smiled coquettishly, lowering her body to move closer to Sebastian.

"Sebastian... hehe, Sebastian..."

Thud!

Her head dropped heavily onto Sebastian's shoulder, and Eleanor fell fast asleep in seconds.

Sebastian blinked. He turned his head to check and realised that the little girl who had just turned him on was out cold!

Taking a frustrated breath, Sebastian gently rolled her off him and onto the mattress, lightly patting her cheek with his hand.

"Little Nell?"

"Little Nell!"

"Damn it!"

After cursing under his breath, Sebastian decided he still needed that cold shower.

"You're a bastard..."

Eleanor muttered, throwing her leg over Sebastian to pin him down. A moment later, like a clinging octopus, her arms and legs were completely wrapped around the extremely frustrated man.

Sebastian felt the heat coursing through his body, along with his very obvious state of arousal... and simply closed his eyes in defeat.

"Oh, for fuck's sake..."

...

It was dawn, and the morning sun streamed through the window, shining directly onto the sleeping woman.

Eleanor opened her eyes and yawned lazily, feeling that she'd had an incredibly good night's sleep.

Wait, where was she?

Rubbing her aching head, Eleanor looked around in bewilderment. Her eyes widened, and she suddenly sat bolt upright, looking down at herself.

A bathrobe! She was wearing nothing underneath a bathrobe! Her hair was an utter mess.

Tugging at her hair and thinking hard, she could only recall having drinks with Beatrice last night. Everything after that was blank.

Swish, swish...

The sound of running water echoed through the room, and she whipped her head around to look.

The bathroom? Someone was in there!

She looked down at the bathrobe she was wearing, then up at the bathroom where the water was still running. Her heart sank with a heavy thud.

What on earth! Had she been taken advantage of? But why didn't she feel any different?

Confused and panicked, she quickly jumped out of bed. Glancing around the room, her eyes lit up when she spotted a brand-new set of women's clothes, tags still attached, sitting on a chair.

She quickly ripped off the tags and threw the clothes on. Barefoot, Eleanor bolted towards the door.

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, she hesitated, then rushed back into the room. She grabbed a sticky note, quickly scribbled two lines, emptied all the cash from her handbag, and slammed it down onto the table.

Then, she slipped on a pair of hotel slippers and sprinted to the door again. This time, she left without a second thought.

When Sebastian stepped out of the shower, the little beauty in the room had vanished.

He chuckled and walked over to the chair.

Very good. The clothes he'd had specially prepared for Eleanor were gone, which proved that although the little girl had panicked, she hadn't completely lost her mind. At least she hadn't run out into the street in a hotel bathrobe.

Hmm? What was that?

Sebastian raised an eyebrow and picked up the note left on the table. The handwriting was elegant but clearly scribbled in a rush.

"I'm sorry, I took the clothes, so I'm leaving this cash to pay you back. Keep the change as a tip!"

Sebastian's mouth twitched violently.

A tip! What did this little girl take him for? A male escort, or...

Very good, little girl. You've successfully managed to piss me off!

Sebastian crumpled the note tightly in his fist, a dangerously dark smile spreading across his face.

Eleanor practically ran all the way back to her flat in a state of embarrassment, her heart hammering against her ribs. She pulled out her mobile phone and dialled Beatrice's number.

After only two rings, the call connected, and a pleasant male voice came through the receiver.

"Hello?"

Eleanor's eyes went wide, and she quickly hung up.

"Oh my god, why did a man answer Bea's phone? What on earth happened last night? She wouldn't have been taken advantage of by some bloke... It's over, it's a disaster, how am I going to explain this to her partner!"

Eleanor paced around nervously for a while before dialling Beatrice's number again. When the call went through, she held her breath and offered a cautious, "Hello?"

"Eleanor Whitfield, have you not eaten breakfast or something? Speak up, I can barely hear you!"

The familiar voice, the familiar tone... Eleanor instantly felt a wave of relief.

"Bea, a man answered your phone just now! You... you didn't go and do something stupid with another bloke behind your partner's back, did you?"

"Piss off, that was my brother! Eleanor, you are totally shameless. I stayed out with you last night getting smashed, didn't even go home, and now you're accusing me of cheating? Unbelievable!"

Eleanor stuck her tongue out sheepishly, completely relieved.

"Bea, do you actually remember what happened last night? Why did I wake up in a hotel?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Beatrice let out a screech.

"Damn it! That gorgeous bloke looked like a gentleman, but clearly he doesn't mess about! I thought he was just taking you home, but he actually took you straight to a hotel?"

Eleanor had no idea who she was talking about. After Beatrice finished her outburst, she asked slowly, "Bea... who is this handsome bloke you're talking about?"

Beatrice looked bewildered. She couldn't help but scratch her head and reply tentatively, "Er... wasn't he your friend?"

Unexpectedly, Eleanor was even more at a loss, but she still replied firmly, "No!"

The two of them paused for a moment, and then, simultaneously, yelled down the phone at each other.

"Fuck!"