C7 The Guests Have Already Come to Visit and I Don't Know How to Get out of This

Zorin's gaze suddenly darkened, and his handsome face contorted with displeasure. The atmosphere around him became instantly intimidating.

He abruptly stood and began to unbuckle his belt under Juno's astonished gaze. "Miss Fowler, it appears you lack professionalism. The guest has arrived, and you still don't know to disrobe?"

Juno instinctively averted her eyes. "Director Slater, please be mindful of the setting. We're in a restroom. Aren't you concerned about someone walking in?"

Was this man going to such lengths to shame her simply because of his germophobia and male ego?

"Let me teach you another lesson. If the client has paid, you're expected to strip, even if it's in the middle of the street," Zorin said with a cold, mocking laugh. "You've already sold yourself, yet you can't let go of your pride?"

"I lack the particular fondness for such activities that you seem to have, Director Slater," Juno shot back. "Besides, how can you be certain that no one else has touched me today?"

Her words caused Zorin's face to darken ominously. "Provoking me will bring you no benefits."

Despite his menacing look, Juno felt a surge of satisfaction and mimicked his tone, "What's the matter? Can't handle the truth, Director Slater?"

Zorin's gaze was icy as he smirked with derision. "Miss Fowler, your sharp tongue is ill-suited for the flesh trade."

He seemed to take pleasure in degrading Juno, his eyes roving over her before settling on her face. "One might mistakenly think you're some paragon of virtue."

Juno met his stare and slowly straightened up, her eyes growing as frosty as his. "Director Slater, even a cornered rabbit will bite."

"Let's see if you're capable of such a bite," Zorin challenged, his eyebrows arching as he gently, yet chillingly, grasped her chin. "You may not be clean elsewhere, but surely this part of you is, isn't it?"

He squinted at her, his hand cupping her cheek, his tone soft yet devoid of patience. "Miss Fowler, I'm not a patient man. If you wish to walk out that door, I suggest you focus on attending to me. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to take you right here."

"Behave, and listen. This is the price you pay for deceiving me."

Juno clenched her teeth, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Tears swirled in her eyes, yet she fought to keep them from falling.

She closed her eyes slowly, her breathing becoming erratic.

Zorin hissed, his intense gaze devoid of any desire. With a raspy laugh, he said, "Concentrate on serving me. Don't let your mind wander to things you shouldn't. The cost of crossing me is more than you can afford."

As time ticked by, Juno's cheeks ached until she finally found reprieve. She collapsed against the sink, heaving. She rinsed her mouth repeatedly, attempting to purge the deep-seated humiliation.

Zorin watched her reflection in the mirror, leaning in close to her ear with a teasing whisper, "How does it taste?"

"Are you that curious, Director Slater?" Juno dabbed the moisture from the corners of her mouth, her sneer tinged with mockery. Abruptly, she yanked at Zorin's collar and sealed her lips onto his in a clumsy kiss.

Caught off guard by her bold move, Zorin pushed her away, wiping the dampness from his lips, his eyes narrowing as he asked, "Are you offering yourself to me?"