Dimitri's body started to heat up with each moment that passed. This has never happened to him before, and it seemed like his soup had been drugged.

"Mr. Santoris, you do not look good. Are you not feeling well? Would you like to rest for a bit? I have an extra room we can have you stay in while you recover," Peter suggested. If Dimitri does not agree with his suggestion, then his plan will be ruined.

"Where is this room? I need to refresh myself," Dimitri said, pretending to be unaffected.

"Let me take you. Please follow me," Peter said, but Dimitri just asked for the room number and the key so he could go there himself. As soon as Dimitri left, Peter took his phone out and called somebody.

The room wasn't very well lit when he entered the room, just a few lamps strategically placed inside the room to give it a romantic ambiance. He felt very sweaty and hot, so he went to the washroom to cool off, he washed his face with cold water and that seemed to help a bit, but now he had this tingling feeling in his body. He decided maybe a nap would help him get rid of the drugs they gave him. He couldn't believe he fell for this.

He took off his jacket and started to loosen his tie when he noticed that someone was lying on the bed that was supposed to be empty. It made him think back if he had gone into the wrong room. But remembered that he had used the key to get in, so he was not mistaken. He frowned and walked towards the bed to get a closer look. He was surprised that the woman lying on the bed, oblivious to his presence, had captivated his interest. "She's beautiful," he thought as his heart slammed into his chest.

But he was cautious because women threw themselves at him all the time. His looks alone attracted them in droves, but when they learn who he is, then they go crazy, they offer themselves shamelessly. Not caring if it was a one night stand or a temporary relationship.

Dimitri never entertained or touched any of these women, but tonight something felt very different. He felt drawn to this sleeping woman whose fair skin and defined features called out to him. Her body was splayed out on the bed, and her hair scattered everywhere, beckoned him to touch the silky mass. She was very slender and tall, very much his type, a small voice whispered in his ear.

He was baffled, this woman didn't even seem like she was trying to be attractive, yet the simple dress made her look elegant. He felt like his body craved to be near hers.

He jerked away from her when she started moaning. He knew he needed to leave the room and her alone, but it seemed like his feet did not want to go anywhere.

"Hmm hmm," she moaned as she moved her head, 'So thirsty...,' she said to the room. He held his breath, hoping that she would just go back to bed, so he could do whatever it was he needed to do, leave, but it seemed like fate was tempting him when she sat up and looked him straight in the eye.

He had never seen eyes like hers before, they bored through him like she was looking at his soul.

"Thirsty,' she said as she touched her neck, and he could not look away, her movements lured him to her, 'Water,' she said and then coughed. It took him out of his trance, so he went to the fridge and got her bottled water. He got one for himself because, for some reason, his throat felt parched as well.

She drank the whole bottle in one go, and so did he. He was watching her very closely, trying to see what she would do. He was waiting for her to start screaming at him to get out of her room any minute, but she surprised him yet again when she laid back down in bed and started running her hands through her hair, complaining about how it was so hot.

Then she started touching her neck, her hands traveling down her body. Her movements were arousing him, and he couldn't stop staring.

When she sat back up and started unbuttoning her dress he voiced out his concern, 'Hey lady what are you doing?' but he didn't stop her.

'So hot...hmmm…. So hot…,' she kept saying as her dress fell off her back, exposing her shoulders and her peach lace bra. He gulped and thought he should stop her from doing what it was she's doing, but his body just answered by heating up some more, he had to roll up his sleeves and open a few buttons from his shirt to distract him from staring at her.

She laid back down again and eased off her skirt, and threw it on the floor. She thought that would ease the feeling she had or at least cool her down, but even with the AC that seemed on full blast, she still felt warm, her skin felt like it was on fire.

'Uhhmm… hmmm… hot… so hot…,' she complained as she ran her hand up and down her body. She was writhing in bed like someone was touching her very intimately.

Dimitri had seen lots of naked women in his lifetime, and none of them called out to him as she did. She was like a siren, her beautiful body lured him, the areas covered in lace begged him to take them off, and her constant moaning just got under his skin.

He was trying to figure out if it was the drug they gave him in that blasted soup or if it was just her beauty that had him undone. His steel-hard self-control was failing, and he could not stop himself from taking part in whatever this siren was offering.

When she saw him take a step toward the edge of the bed, she saw that as a sign to get up on her knees and start caressing his arms. 'Hmmm.. you're hot,' she said as her hand roamed his body and ran her hands through his hair, pulling him down for a kiss.

It was like someone was in control of him and all he could do was watch. In the back of his mind, he knew this was a bad idea but he can't seem to walk away. HIs rude demeanor seemed to have left him, and all he could think about was how badly he wanted to touch every part of her.

Her lips tasted sweet, and they were softer than they looked. He kissed her softly at first, tasting, but then her lips parted at the slightest nudge of his tongue and they were just drinking off each other's energy, even the air felt electrified.

She was unbuttoning his shirt, and when she got frustrated, they wouldn't budge she pulled his shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere.

She pulled away in surprise and was mesmerized by the look of his toned and muscled chest and abs. He used boxing as his form of exercise, and it showed in his physique. And like a moth to a flame, she just jumped in headfirst and started caressing his body with both of her hands. His junior stirred.

"I think you should stop," he said, holding both her hands while they were still splayed on his chest. 'Oh that feels so good,' he thought as his junior stirred again, this woman is driving him nuts. Everything she did woke up some dormant part of him.

"But I don't want to," she said, pouting at him. He couldn't concentrate, he wanted to kiss her again.

She felt his hold slacken, and she used that as an opportunity to unbutton his pants. "Stop," he said again, "You don't know what you're doing," he had to be the voice of reason here. He did not want a hysterical female accusing him of something he had no control over.

"But, I want to see all of you," she pouted again. He could not help himself, and he kissed her. One delicious, mind-blowing, passionate kiss he said, and then he would stop them both, and they would walk away from each other as nothing happened.

Famous last words, because he not only could not stop kissing her, he could not stop roaming his hands over her body either. That one touch he gave himself, made way for more touches and more kisses. He was intoxicated. They fell into bed, arms and limbs wrapped around each other.

It was like a forest fire, once it started, they could not stop. He kissed her neck, and she ran her hands through his hair so she could pull him closer. She could not get enough of the feel of his lips. Everywhere they kissed she felt reprieved from the heat, it was like only his kisses can cure whatever it was that was affecting her.

He started touching inside her underwear while he tasted what was behind her bra. She moaned and arched her body, offering him more.

'Damn you're so beautiful,' he said as he continued tasting her, removing the little bit of clothing she had left. His lips traveled south and started licking and sucking everywhere they went. She moaned in ecstasy when he reached her core.

'Ahhh.. you're so wet and so ready," he said as he touched her wet and warm core. 'Are you sure you want to continue?' he asked as he took off all his clothes, he wanted to make sure because it was getting harder and harder for him to hold back. She could still say not last minute, but that would give him the bluest balls ever.

He kissed her again and sucked on one of her nipples as he positioned himself and entered her sweet core. For sure, he thought this wanton was experienced, and he would have no problem entering her.

"Oh yeah... Yeah… ahhh..," she moaned as he entered her, she was very tight, and he slowed down a bit, he did not want to come prematurely. "Yes… ahhh…," she moaned, "Ow..," she momentarily said when he breached her barrier. But he did not hear her, he was too far gone as he kept thrusting into her. Grunting as he kept going.

Passion had overcome both of them as they matched each other, thrust for thrust. She had her legs wrapped around him as she felt it, this feeling that her body was ready for release, she bit his shoulder as the sensations overcame her. It was like a wave pushing her further and further into the sea.

She was biting him and dragging her nails down his back as her body and her core were spasming together, the sensation of being squeezed and milked dry threw him over the edge, as he joined her, spilling his seed.

Closing her eyes for a minute to catch her breath, she did not see that Dimitri had traced her face with his thumb, and tenderness had entered his eyes.