Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation novel Chapter 82

“Clara, you smell so good...” Baxter unconsciously leaned against Clara’s back.

Clara’s whole body felt cold from his breath, and she scrambled forward.

After putting distance between them, she turned back to look at Baxter and saw that his face was slightly flushed, and was clearly abnormal, “Baxter Did... Did you just go into the room?”

When she was standing at the door of the room earlier, judging from the panting of the men in the room, they probably had taken some aphrodisiac.

“No, I was standing on the balcony just now.” Baxter sniffed, then his eyes fell on Clara again.

Slowly another color entered his eyes.

“Clara, you really smell good.” He strode over to Clara. “Let me smell you again...”

Seeing his behavior Clara paled.

She saw that the other elevator did not arrive either, so she ran to the other side of the corridor. Baxter ran after her, and quickly caught up.

Hadn’t she returned that problematic brooch to Sharon?

Why did Baxter feel that she smelled so good?

As Clara thought about it, she raised her arm and sniffed her suit jacket, but she didn’t smell anything.

She was about to check if Sharon had given her anything else when Baxter caught up to her and threw her against the wall, leaning over her.

Clara’s back hurt from the impact, and she took a deep breath. Before she could react, Baxter buried his head in her neck and rubbed it back and forth.

“Baxter, you fucking let me go!” Clara cursed loudly, twisting her wrists.

Baxter held down her hands and kissed her exposed collarbone...

Clara couldn’t help but tremble. She gritted his teeth, bent her right knee, and smashed it into his crotch.

“Aoo!” Baxter howled and the grip on her hands loosened a little. Clara took this opportunity to push him away ruthlessly, and then slapped him hard on the face.

Baxter was stunned for a few seconds. Then he looked back at Clara, eyes regaining some clarity.

“Clara, why did you hit me?”

“You, you’re asking me why I hit you!” Clara took another few steps back, a defensive look on her face as she glared at him. “You’ve been drugged! Do you know that?”

“How is that possible...” Baxter muttered softly, but he also clearly felt that his heart was beating faster. Something wasn’t right.

During his years in the military academy, in his endless training he had tried hundreds of medicines.

However, this medicine was insidious, it was like air, quietly penetrating your skin, and making you crazy.

Baxter smelled that faint, strange scent again, and his heart beat faster and faster.

“You, leave through the emergency exit-” He firmly suppressed the agitation in his body, constantly retreating to create some distance between himself and Clara.

Clara had watched him go crazy just now, and she didn’t dare to delay at all. She ran as fast as she could to the emergency exit, hurriedly pulling out her mobile phone, and dialing a number as she ran.

“Hello? Where are you, madam?” Donny’s voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Quick! Donny, come to the 12th floor......” Clara’s voice was urgent. After just a few words, her arm was suddenly grabbed, and her phone smashed against the carpet.

Baxter, who had caught up with her, held her hands back and pressed the upper half of her body against the wall.

Baxter lowered his head and rubbed his lips against the back of her neck. He stretched his free hand forward, pulling on the white shirt on her body, and several buttons of her shirt popped off.

Clara felt a chill on her shoulders and in front of her chest, and almost collapsed.

However, this time, she was held tightly by Baxter. Her hands and feet couldn’t move.