My Long-Legged Mcdreamy is a modern city as the background of romance novel, the protagonists are Clarissa & Matthew.
Excerpt
Splash!
He splashed Clarissa's feverish body with cold water, waking her up from a moment of stupor.
She looked up to see the man whom she had latched on to standing right in front of her.
The man removed his coat and tossed it to the ground. Looking tall and handsome, he was dressed in a white shirt and a pair of black suit pants. He had chiseled features like those of a male model, and his eyes especially looked astute and callous.
“Sober now?” His voice was extremely cold and stern.
“I'm sorry,” Clarissa said in embarrassment.
She had just gotten off the plane to visit her mother whom she hadn't seen for years. Yet never in her wildest dream did she expect her mother to drug and deliver her to the bed of a perverted old man.
Confused and delirious, she had grabbed hold of a stranger.
If not for this fine gentleman, she wouldn't dare to imagine what would become of her now.
Clarissa huddled in the bathtub and lowered her head to hide the pain in her eyes, not realizing how seductive she looked with her dress clinging damply to her skin.
Matthew squinted his eyes. Is she really not trying to seduce me?
“Mr. Tyson.” Donnie's voice sounded at the bathroom door. “The doctor and the clothes are here.”
“Thank you,” Clarissa piped up as she lifted her head. “I'm so sorry for the trouble.”
There was no need for explanation because they were only strangers to each other. She had noticed the man's inquisitive and derisive gaze, reckoning that he would only misunderstand her for having an ulterior motive if she were to explain herself.
A female doctor came in just as Matthew was about to leave the bathroom. She put the clothes aside and gave Clarissa a jab before leaving shortly after.
Outside, the room was already empty by the time Clarissa had changed her clothes and trudged out of the bathroom.
Hah, what was I thinking?
After a night of rest at the hotel, she was reluctant to go back to the Garretts', but she had no other choice as she needed to retrieve her belongings.
“You still have the audacity to come back?”
Her arrival immediately interrupted the peaceful atmosphere in the living room.
It was Clarissa's stepsister, Yvonne, who had said that.
“I'm here to take my stuff.”
Clarissa walked past the living room, wanting to head back to her room, but Yvonne blocked her way and landed a stinging slap across her face.
Caught off guard, Clarissa jerked her head up in a rage.
“You ingrate! What do you think you're doing? How dare you disappear on such an important occasion last night? We were trying to get you a boyfriend. Do you know who that man is? Do you know how much trouble you have caused us? Do you know how humiliating it was for us just because you ran away?” Yvonne let loose a torrent of abuse at Clarissa.
“If that man is so important, why didn't you take him for yourself?” Clarissa retaliated, cupping her face.
I will never sleep with a balding and beefy old man in his fifties!
“Why you—”
