The Trap of Youth

"Let me walk you upstairs, Ms. Grant," someone said.

I turned to see a man in a suit. His lapels were open wide enough for me to vaguely see his collarbones. I could also see that he didn't have anything else on underneath.

Hmph. Trying this again, huh?

I turned him down and sashayed upstairs to my room.

My name was Sasha Grant. I was the second-in-command at a live stream company. Whenever I went on business trips, people would use various excuses to curry favor with me—they wanted the resources I had in hand.

I unlocked the hotel room door with the key card and entered to see a young man seated on the bed. The room was dimly lit, but I could still see the obedient look on his face.

I didn't know whether the lighting was causing it, but he seemed familiar. When I saw him, I knew the organizers had pulled this.

I sighed helplessly and was about to chase him out when he approached me. "Don't sigh, angel. It'll mar your beauty."

He took my coat and looked at me sincerely. I was dazed by this—he'd hooked my palm with his finger when taking my coat.

When I regained composure, I saw him approach me again with a glass of wine. He smiled and asked obediently, "Would you like a sip, angel? Do you like me being so gentle?"

I shook my head. To my surprise, he sipped the wine before tugging me into his arms. Then, he rasped, "What's your type, then? Do you like me now?"

He pressed his lips to my ear while speaking. Then, he nibbled on my earlobe. He'd just had a drink, and I could feel the moisture on my ear. It made me shiver.

Even though he had me in his arms, he merely rested his hand on my back without taking things further. I looked at his side profile to see that his ears had turned red. That was odd.

Could it be he was an inexperienced virgin who was putting on a good show? The thought of that made me want to have some fun with him.

I nibbled mischievously on his neck. As expected, his blush deepened. He looked like he was about to curl up with embarrassment. This amused me.

I pushed him away lightly; he seemed taken aback by this and stood gaping at me. I lay on the bed and rested my head on my hand, savoring the flustered look on his face.

"Go back to where you came from, kiddo. Tell your boss that I don't fool around with minors," I said.

I stretched out on the bed, crossing my long legs together. My thin skirt barely covered me.

He seemed to panic when he heard me. He hurried over but couldn't bring himself to meet my gaze. "I'm of age, angel! I don't have a boss, either. I volunteered for this—I just wanted to be by your side."

Oh?

I raised an eyebrow and hooked a finger at him. He looked shy but still scratched his head and leaned close. As I stared at his face up close, I entertained the thought of a romp in the sheets.

Just then, someone knocked on the door. He jolted before running off. After a while, he returned and said, "I'm sorry, angel, but I need to leave to attend to something. I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Then, he hurried off, leaving me stunned on the bed. Had my "treat" for the night escaped just like that?

I chuckled. I'd seen men pull this trick too many times—they were just playing hard to get.

Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that such a cute guy had escaped my clutches.