William couldn't believe his eyes. Claire was here? And even more shocking—she was friends with his aunt?
But Claire had changed her outfit. She now wore a black, low-cut cocktail dress with a matching blazer draped over her shoulders. The plunging neckline revealed more than half of her ample cleavage, and William couldn't help but remember how he had been squeezing one of those very breasts not long ago. The memory made him feel a rush of arousal.
The skirt she wore barely covered her hips, and her long, shapely legs were encased in sheer black stockings. She looked dangerously sexy, seductive to the point of being lethal.
This woman was already a knockout in just a tank top. Now, dressed like this? It was as if she was planning to murder someone with her looks!
William instinctively wanted to greet Claire, but before he could, she was already striding towards him, her voice ringing out, "Sophia, is this the handsome young man you've been talking about? He's even better looking than you said!"
"Of course! He's my nephew, after all. But I'm warning you—don't even think about trying anything with him," Sophia replied, puffing out her chest with pride as she shot Claire a warning glare.
"Oh, please, Sophia, you really think I'd be interested in some little boy?" Claire rolled her eyes dramatically, her tone dripping with disdain.
William shot Claire a wounded look. Not interested? Not interested? You were practically swallowing my cock a few hours ago! How is that 'not interested'?
If William didn't know Claire was just putting on an act, he'd have jumped in to defend himself right then and there.
"Pfft, who knows with you, you little minx? You might be so desperate you'd go for anything, even a child," Sophia retorted with a huff.
"Ha! I'm not that desperate, thank you very much. Let me tell you something, Sophia—I met a drop-dead gorgeous guy on the train to Elmwood the other day. I've been thinking about him ever since. Your little darling here? He's safe from me. You can keep him all to yourself!" Claire shot a sly glance at William as she laughed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Shut up and get inside. We've been waiting for you!" Sophia blushed at Claire's shameless words, playfully scolding her as she dragged her into the room.
William's face turned red as well. That 'drop-dead gorgeous guy'—wasn't she talking about him?
Sophia led William into the private room, and as soon as he stepped inside, his eyes widened. The room was filled with beautiful women.
Sitting around the large table were four stunning women, each more breathtaking than the last. It was true what they said—beauty attracts beauty. Every one of these women was extraordinary.
William wasn't sure where to look first, but thankfully, his aunt made the introductions for him.
"Everyone, let me introduce you to William, the nephew I've been telling you all about. Isn't he handsome?" Sophia said proudly, beaming as she introduced him to the group.
"He's very handsome," a woman in a deep red cheongsam remarked.
"Quite dashing," said another woman in a jade-green chiffon dress.
"Not bad at all," a third woman added.
The other women nodded in agreement, clearly impressed, though none of them made a move to stand up. The only one who did was a young girl who looked barely out of her teens. She jumped up from her seat and practically bounced over to William.
"Hi, handsome! I'm Ariana Drake. It's so nice to meet you!" she chirped, extending a hand towards William.
"Hi, I'm William," he replied with a smile, taking her small, soft hand in his. Her hand felt warm and plush in his grip, and his eyes couldn't help but drift down to her chest.
Unlike the other women, who were dressed to impress, Ariana wore a simple off-white T-shirt with a big pink teddy bear printed on it. It was adorable, but what really caught William's attention was her chest. Despite being only around five-foot-three and barely eighteen, Ariana had a bust that rivaled that of mature women like Sophia and Claire. It was almost unbelievable.
Her slightly chubby but incredibly cute face was filled with innocence, and William felt a thrill of excitement. A baby-faced girl with a killer rack? Holy shit, I've hit the jackpot…
Was his aunt really planning to introduce this girl to him? He couldn't believe his luck!
"Mr. Sterling, do you have a girlfriend?" Ariana asked, her voice sweet but with a hint of mischief, as she pulled her hand back.
"Not yet…" William replied honestly. After all, hadn't his aunt brought him here to meet someone?
"Then how about I be your girlfriend?" Ariana said, her tone as innocent as ever.
"What?" William was taken aback. That was fast!
The other women, including Sophia, burst into laughter. Claire was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, her huge breasts bouncing wildly with each gasp, making William's head spin.
"Alright, alright, Ari, stop teasing Will. Let's eat first, and then we can go sing karaoke later," Sophia said, noticing William's embarrassment and stepping in to save him.
"I wasn't teasing! I was serious, Mr. Sterling. You should really think about it!" Ariana pouted, rubbing her nose with a look of mock hurt before Sophia pulled her back to her seat. Her innocent words drew another round of chuckles from the group.
Once everyone was seated, Sophia began introducing the other women to William. The woman in the deep red cheongsam was Ella Fitzroy, the daughter of a major general in Harrison City's military. She was also Sophia's college friend and now the CEO of a major company.
The woman in the jade-green chiffon dress was Amelia Morgan, Claire's younger sister. At twenty-two, she was three years older than William and currently studying in the Italian Studies department at Harrison University. The icy, aloof woman was Isolde Beaumont, William's peer. She would be starting at Harrison University alongside William in the same department.
William's excitement grew as he realized that two of these beautiful women would be attending the same university as him. His aunt had really gone above and beyond to ensure his happiness!
After everyone was seated, William found himself between Sophia and Ariana, with Claire sitting directly across from him. Every now and then, Claire would shoot him a flirtatious look, making his heart race. Thankfully, the waitstaff quickly began bringing out dishes of delicious food.
"Alright, everyone, a toast to Will, in honor of his arrival! Cheers!" Sophia announced, raising her wine glass first.
But as William looked at the blood-red wine in his glass, his face turned pale.
"Auntie, you forgot—I don't drink," William said nervously.
The moment William mentioned that he didn't drink, three pairs of eyes lit up simultaneously. One was Claire's, who looked at him with a mischievous glint, as if she were already imagining the fun she could have if she got him drunk. Ariana's eyes sparkled with a similar glint, though who knew what she was plotting. The third was Ella, whose smile became more playful. Among all the women present, only Ella could match Sophia in terms of looks and poise. Knowing how well Sophia could hold her liquor, Ella found it amusing that her nephew couldn't handle his.
Even Isolde, who usually kept her emotions in check, raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. Only Amelia seemed unfazed, though she did glance briefly at her sister, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Oh, come on, Will! It's just a little wine. As a man, you've got to learn how to drink," Sophia said cheerfully, clearly in high spirits. With no other choice, William reluctantly picked up his glass, clinked it against the others, and downed the wine in one gulp.
The wine tasted surprisingly good. A sweet, fragrant aroma filled his senses, and he found himself enjoying it more than he expected.
Just then, William felt something brush against his foot under the table. It was soft and warm, and it began gently rubbing against the top of his foot, sending a shiver up his spine…