Chapter 17: Let's Do It Again Tonight

Tonight's lecture might be the most explosive one ever, and Aurora was contemplating how to approach Julian Barnet.

Make an appointment? A person like him would surely be too busy, and without any prior relationship, getting an appointment was out of the question.

Although her company was still in the preparatory stages, Aurora was accustomed to planning ahead, wanting to establish her network before going into business. The lecture was scheduled to start at 7:30 PM, and of course, Aurora wasn't actually going to attend it.

She removed her glasses, applied a fresher makeup look, donned a black dress, elegantly pinned up her hair, and stepped into seven-centimeter heels. She looked both elegant and luxurious.

She timed it so that she could either approach Julian as he arrived or after the lecture ended. After a brief consideration, she decided to take the initiative and approach him as soon as he got out of his car. Asher's information had noted that Julian was very punctual, always arriving early but never late.

Around 7:10 PM, a Rolls-Royce Phantom, a collector's edition, came into view, while the other students had already headed obediently to the auditorium. Aurora knew that the principal and dean were waiting to greet him at the back, so her plan was to intercept the car!

It was her first time doing something like this, her heart pounding wildly as she waved her arms, and to her surprise, the car actually stopped. Aurora, who had thought it would surely fail, was somewhat incredulous; she hadn't even played her trump card yet.

The glossy black car door opened slowly, and a high-end custom-made leather shoe hit the ground, followed by smooth, well-fitted trousers. "Sir, hello, I hope I'm not disturbing you, I am—" she hurried forward.

Before the person could fully exit the car, a familiar voice said, "Not at all disturbing, I came specifically to see you." Hearing this, Aurora was stunned; the man's familiar face appeared before her. Just days ago, she had him bound on a bed, torturing him.

Aurora's smile froze; he was Julian Barnet, the president? Her first instinct was to run as far away as possible.

"How dare you run!" Julian quickly caught up to her, grabbing her wrist. Aurora felt she really shouldn't have come to school today; how could she be so unlucky?

She thought their paths would never cross again, yet here they were, meeting so soon. "Mr… Mr. Barnet," she turned, her smile stiff, realizing she had offended him before her company even launched—effectively cutting off her own path forward.

"You stop my car and think to run?" He looked her up and down; the black silk dress made her skin appear as pale as snow, her earrings gently swaying. Her slender neck, delicate collarbones, and the high heels accentuating her long, straight legs brought back memories of how she had ignited his desire that night; she had changed so much.

"It's not... I stopped the wrong car, Mr. Barnet. I said we were even, and today was just a misunderstanding. If you're busy, I won't keep you." She tried to withdraw her hand, her tone much more restrained than that night, knowing his identity now, how could she still act so brazenly?

If she had known it was him in the car, not a hundred times the courage would have made her provoke him. She had reproached herself a hundred times over, but Julian's grip only tightened, not letting go.

"Miss Montgomery, our game that night was quite enlightening. Little did I know, it's also addictive. Join me again tonight," Julian's seductive voice suggested.