BXBX NOVEL Chapter 103 - 103: She Had No Way Out
Not bad.
Mr. Hawk should not dare to go too far now!
She tilted her head toward Mr. Hawk and deliberately asked, "Mr. Hawk, as Mr. Sterling just said, my advice is good. What do you think about wearing a bathrobe instead of a bikini?"
Mr. Hawk glared angrily at Savannah. You're lucky!
Now that Mr. Sterling was here, what else could he do? "Well, do as Mr. Sterling said." He replied unwillingly.
Savannah breathed a sigh of relief. Wrapped in her bathrobe, she entered the water and began her shoot in the hot spring.
During the shoot, she could feel a cold and penetrating gaze following her all the time, which made her shudder in the hot spring.
Dylan stared at the little woman in the hot spring with anger.
She must have known that Hawk, who was a lecher, intended to feel her through when he asked her to wear a bikini.
If he hadn't come in time and stopped Hawk, that terrible flirt would have taken advantage of her.
Didn't he give her enough money? Was it necessary for her to earn such little money by working like this?
Savannah tried to ignore the gaze, but she was distracted again and again by the voice of Abby coming from the other side of the pool.
"Dylan, what are we going to eat later? I heard the wild game here is especially good."
Dylan lazily had his arm around Abby's waist. "Whatever."
Maybe it was because of the conversation between them, which distracted Savannah, she did not play as well as usual.
Mr. Hawk, failing to take Savannah's bathrobe off, was feeling bitchy during the shoot. Now he had the chance to vent his anger.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you a professional model? Don't you know how to pose?"
Savannah was about to admit her fault and apologize when Dylan opened his mouth, "Mr. Hawk."
Mr. Hawk turned to Dylan immediately with an ingratiating smile, "Mr. Sterling, is there anything I can do for you?"
"I don't think she's doing that well, either."
"I told you. This little model deserves the scolding."
Dylan continued, "Why don't you go into the water yourself and show her how to do it?"
Mr. Hawk was stunned. "I…I go into the water and show her?"
He couldn't believe his ears. He was the head of the resort; it was a shame for him to go into the water, posing like a model!
"Is there a problem?" Dylan stared at him with sharp eyes.
"No, no problem..." Mr. Hawk, somewhat clumsily, got up and was about to move to the restroom.
"Where are you going, Mr. Hawk?" Dylan stopped him coolly.
"I... I'm going to change into my suit first." He couldn't just go down in a business suit.
Dylan glanced up at his watch, impatiently. "Don't bother. It's nearly dinner time. I was hoping you could finish it quickly, and then you can take us to the restaurant. I still need you to show us some signature dishes."
Mr. Hawk was in a trance. Was this Mr. Sterling fucking him on purpose?
Still, he knew Mr. Sterling would never take his words back. With a bitter smile, he nodded. "Well, I... won't change."
With that, he walked to the edge of the hot spring. After Savannah came up from the pool, he closed his eyes and jumped into the water, posing in different ways.
Mr. Hawk was so fat, and he looked really funny no matter how he posed.
The staff and photographers beside the pool could not help laughing in silence.
"Are you clear how to pose?" Dylan asked Savannah abruptly.
Savannah stumbled briefly, looking at the man in the water, and thought of the two models he had taken advantage of. "Sorry, I have not yet…"
"Keep watching until you learn it well. Mr. Hawk, please go on." Dylan bantered.
Mr. Hawk felt like weeping. He knew Savannah was taking revenge on him. He had no choice but to keep posing like a clown in the water.
Dylan asked Savannah a few more times. Savannah still said she couldn't see clearly.
It was not until Mr. Hawk nearly fainted from the heat of the steam that Dylan finally let him off and asked someone to drag the randy man out of the pool.
Panting on his chair, this time, Mr. Hawk was too tired to find Savannah's fault.
Savannah went back to the water and finished the last shot quickly.
After the shoot, she wrapped herself in her wet bathrobe and hurried to the changing room.
To change clothes, and to avoid Dylan.
She had just reached the door of the dressing changing room when she heard footsteps approaching her.
Before she could mend her pace, she was grabbed by Dylan on her arm and turned to face him.
Dylan imprisoned her in his arms against the wall; he pressed his handsome face close to her, looking fixedly at her.
She had no way out.
Savannah stared him nervously; she could almost smell his wild and hot breath.
She was confused and heated by his steady gaze. Maybe it was because she had not seen him for a long time.
She tried to suppress this strange feeling. "Dylan, what are you doing... "
"That is what I should ask you." His tone was cool and gloomy.
"I'm just working. Why? Didn't you promise not to restrict my freedom of work? And I've told Judy today that I would come to the suburbs for a shoot and might be late. I did what you asked." Savannah gave a very defensive reply.
"Oh yeah? Work in this?" Dylan ran his hand to her shoulder and ripped her bathrobe off easily.
The bathrobe slid down her shoulders.
Her delectable body in only a bikini was exposed.
The three-piece bikini could hardly cover her beautiful figure.
"Ah... "Savannah screamed. Before she bent over to pick up the bathrobe, she was caught by the wrist and could not move.
"Dylan, let me go! You sick fuck!" She cried, filled with shame and anger.
"Afraid of being seen? Weren't you going to be photographed in this bikini if I hadn't been there? You like to show those men your body, but not me?" His voice was low and husky, and his eyes flashed dark and dangerous.
Savannah was silently struggling in his arms and tried to get herself free for the bathrobe.
Dylan took her silence as a guilty conscience. "Savannah, what the hell are you thinking? Why would you take such fucking work and sell yourself for money?"