Matilda's POV:
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I said stubbornly.
His gaze kept lingering on my chest. My skirt was completely twisted, and my entire breast was exposed. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection.
"Is this what you want?" he asked me in a low voice. I didn't answer. He continued prodding, "Hmm?"
I didn't know why, but my face suddenly turned red. The thing in my hand grew bigger and bigger, and it was boiling hot. I tried not to imagine the exact size of that thing.
Baron released a low gasp, and I felt my ears turn red.
What would happen next? I was looking forward to it.
But he stopped and took off his pants under my puzzled gaze.
Baron looked at me. "If you don't want to do this, don't be mischievous. You're drunk, and so am I."
He carried me into the bathroom and put me down.
"Take a bath. You need some hot water and enough sleep."
