Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa's lips curled into a playful smile, and her eyes twinkled with mischief as she said coolly, "Looking for an opportunity? Sure, why not."

In the next instant, Tyrone's hand swiftly snaked under the hem of Quintessa's blouse, his fingers tracing the contours of her waist.

Just as Tyrone was about to speak, Quintessa placed a finger on his lips; her gaze was sultry as she whispered with a raspy seduction, "You've got ten minutes. Quick and decisive, don't hold up my shooting schedule."

Tyrone, initially brimming with enthusiasm, instantly scowled; his mood turned as dark as the bottom of a burnt pan. Through clenched teeth, he retorted, "Ten minutes? Might as well give me one second." With her finger slowly outlining Tyrone's lips, Quintessa teased, "After all, it's been three years since you've had the chance. You're not getting any younger. Perhaps you've joined the one-second club by now? Ten minutes is generous, really. But it's your call-take it or leave it."

chilling look, his eyes concealing

being completely serious. If you can't

wicked temptation to him. He licked the wound with the tip of his tongue,

blood-stained lips resembled dew-kissed roses in the

for? I've never really had much say in the presence of Mr. York, have I? Whenever you feel like playing, I'm

to be subdued. A man like him was born to stand above the rest. The fact that he had entertained her this long was nothing short of a miracle. Yet, hearing his words, Quintessa couldn't help but

for the day she could crush him under her

this time, Quintessa. Let

choice of location, a makeup room on set. No need for a hotel room, no room fees to