Melody Thorne picked up the phone and called a nightclub, "I need a few women, ones experienced enough to overwhelm a man."
"Yes, name your price, but you must deal with him for me!"
Ten minutes after hanging up, Caleb's car was surrounded by several women dressed scantily, each striking a different pose, flaunting their unique allure. Some crawled onto the hood of Caleb's car, others twisted seductively at his window, while some climbed directly onto his car, their hungry, seductive gazes eager to devour the man inside.
"Get lost," Caleb growled with a terrible expression, his eyes scanning past the glass window at the woman watching the scene. The veins on his forehead were visibly pulsing.
"Wow, so manly! Even his voice is so manly," exclaimed those women, who had served countless men and probably forgotten what shame is, boldly stretching out their tongues to lick the car window.
