Madeline got up from her sun lounger, grabbed the towel from the staff, and walked towards Zane, who had just exited the pool.
"Good job, Zane, you are—mmph!"
Madeline was caught off guard when Zane grabbed her waist and embraced her.
He kissed her lips without asking, slowly pushed his tongue in, and their supposedly quick kiss turned into a French kiss.
"Mhh…" Madeline groaned when Zane began to go down and kiss her neck.
Madeline pushed his chest to dodge him. She didn't want to do more. She was here to gain some infamy, not to make out with the hottest celebrity in Hollywood right now.
"I told you, it's only a kiss on the lips," Madeline protested.
"Sorry, I can't help it," Zane replied, but he was grinning, which meant he was NOT sorry for the kiss.
Madeline's cheeks reddened. She put the towel on top of Zane's head and said, "Here's your towel. You did a great job."
