Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 30

Despite the provocation, Tyrone’s face remained impassive.

Quintessa’s lips curling disdainfully; she thought he was all about restraint – until she attempted to retract her foot and found it trapped. Tyrone’s legs were like a vise, clamping down on her calf with an immovable determination.

And as if that wasn’t audacious enough, his hand had the gall to wander up to her thigh, an unapologetic trespasser in broad daylight.

Quintessa’s body shook with rage. What was this?

To him, she was nothing but a plaything, available at his whim. She reached out and twisted his hand hard, but rather than recoiling, he doubled down, his hand venturing under her skirt with impudent stealth.

With actions so lecherous, Tyrone still managed to look every bit the refined gentleman.

Quintessa’s gaze turned icy as she snapped her head up, but suddenly, a mocking smile graced her lips. Did he think her indignation was for show? Let him touch; she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a response.

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presence.

she antagonized Tyrone, the more he thrived on it. The best

wasn’t trying to seduce, her smile was

Tyrone’s eyes, a shadow began to form.

A little tipsy, he was loose–lipped with his compliments, “Ms. Young, your

biz.”

“Cosmetic surgery.”

flustered, tried again, “Your

in, “It’s augmented.”

continued, “Your

smirked, “All thanks to the

restrained fury. She wanted to throttle him, to shout the unspoken truth of their intimacy, challenging him to wait for what would

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stand the tension. Quintessa was her charge, after all. She forced

was cold, “I