Upon receiving directions from the barman, Miller Adams climbed the stairs so weakly and located the room where she could take a rest in. She had been feeling intoxicated and befuddled for a while, and she could make a mess of herself if she didn't find somewhere to rest till she was okay.
Even the dimness of the environment that she was approaching wasn't helping matters, and it made her head spin even more with stress ladened against her eyes. She pushed the door to the room open which was quite dark, as she entered quickly and managed to lock the door behind her.
Feeling groggy with a blurry vision, she stumbled towards the bed after throwing her bag to the floor and laid down, overwhelmed by a sudden sensation of heat throughout her body. She struggled to pull her dress over her body because of the intense heat that she was feeling, and was left in the matching black lacy underwear that she was putting on.
Stepping out of the black loafer that she was putting on with a struggling attempt, Miller sprawled over the bed and spread her legs over the bed as much as she could. She was really tired and weak, but she seemed to be getting aroused too.
'What did they put in her drink exactly? Something was going wrong in her body,' Miller hissed as she tried not to breathe too hard because of the uncomfortable feeling she had in her body.
Suddenly, a man came out of the bathroom with a white towel tied around his waist, and his hair trickling with water drops. He was sitting on the huge sofa chair at the other side of the room minutes ago, trying to regain himself from the feeling he had been having ever since he came into the room with a rush.
The moment he noticed that what he had been served downstairs had been spiked, he left the place immediately to avoid any display from himself that would ruin his reputation.
He had been trying to observe if what he had taken would wear off after remaining in the room for minutes, but he was getting really hot and uncomfortable with the clothes that he was even wearing.
He entered the bathroom immediately to wash his face so as to calm down, but he ended up pulling every bit of his clothes and taking a quick shower to feel better. When he came out of the bathroom, he realized that he would probably have to take a rest before he felt better.
Without noticing her in the dark room, he climbed onto the large bed to relieve himself of the dizziness in his eyes. He was however taken aback by the slight graze of his skin against something, and he flinched immediately as his hand found the nearest switch of light to see what was going on.
Miller's breath seized on the spot, when she realized that someone had gotten on the bed with her. When the lights came on and she opened her eyes, the sight beside her was an ethereal beauty to behold. A half-naked man with a perfect body, covered in only a piece of clothing that could fall with one grab from her.
'Get hold of yourself, Miller. What are you thinking?'
Miller's right hand found its way up to the man's body before her, as she rubbed on his sleek body and licked her lips seductively. She was feeling dizzy and tired, but her body was active.
"Who the heck are you?!" Drake yelled when he realized what was going on, with the lady he found on his bed that was touching his body. She was just in her underwear, and she appeared really alluring from that angle.
'Who the heck was she? Was it a set-up?'
She opened her hazy eyes and took in the handsome man above her. His facial features were well-defined, his aura intimidating. She would have been scared if she was not drugged, but the drug made her so daunting.
"How can you be so handsome?" Drake heard the lady before him say, and he noticed that she appeared to be drunk. Her face was flushed already.
"Get off me!" Drake yelled at her again, and she subconsciously tried to open her eyes again, because of the terrifying voice she heard. He was beginning to feel weird within himself as he tried to get off the bed quickly, but she grabbed him back immediately by his towel closer to herself.
And in that way, her hand brushed against his bulge with the way she grabbed the towel. It made Drake groan inwardly because his erection seemed to respond to that touch. Yet, she was still resting against his body in a very intimate way.
"You are calling for trouble," He warned in a hoarse voice, and Miller struggled to raise her eyes at his words to see the face of the man that had been talking to her.
He was setting fire to her skin which increased her breath erratically, and she was feeling so horny at the touch of his skin on hers. Badly than she had ever done in her entire life.
Whatever was in what she took, made the sexual desires that she had subdued all those years burst out of her. She kissed him on his lips which appeared so tempting at that point, and he froze at the spot. She was unleashing every monster struggle within him
Their lips crashed in the heat of the moment, and Miller's body unleashed the sensual heat that had been burning in her body. His hands worked their way to her body, and her legs wrapped around his waist. His eyes ravished the full gorgeousness of her body with him between his legs.
Her hips were grinding hard against his crotch as they kissed so desperately, and Drake's hands fondled her ass. It was hard to control himself any longer, but his subconscious mind was trying to call him back to his morals.