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."

his eyes concealing

at all. I'm being completely serious. If you can't handle it,

which was a wicked temptation to him. He licked the wound with the tip of his tongue, and said with an icy voice, "Interfere with your work? I am the investor of this film. You belong to

was unfazed by the pain; her blood-stained lips resembled dew-kissed roses in the morning light, exuding an

back, she challenged, "Fine, since you put it that way, let's get on with it. What are you waiting for? I've

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 sneer internally. She was waiting for the day when Tyrone would fall hard for

she could crush him

have grown old; they won't work this time, Quintessa. Let me tell you, if I hear one more rumor

"Quite the choice of location, a makeup room on set. No need for a hotel