Victoria was now overwhelmed by sleepiness. She had barely stepped into the elevator when she dozed off standing up.
Harry understood that this was the initial effect of the drug. Victoria would now be particularly drowsy, and when she woke up, she would go ballistic.
Upon entering the room, Harry laid Victoria on the bed.
He ran his fingers over her unconscious face, as smooth as white jade, "Wait for me, baby."
Harry had excessive tidiness habits, and he had to take a shower before doing that kind of thing. But when it came to women, he preferred them with their own natural scent.
If things went as planned, by the time he finished bathing, Victoria would be in the throes of the drug's effects.
Harry thought about how other girls behaved after they'd drunk the 'Pure Angel', and his eyes darkened.
Of course, those girls willingly drank the concoction, but this time he had tricked Victoria into it.
