Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa couldn't deny it-Tyrone was drop-dead gorgeous. Among all the men she knew, none could hold a candle to him. And she certainly didn't mind his kisses.

Even as Tyrone's lips met hers, Quintessa felt a shiver of desire ripple through her body.

But this was just a game of adult attraction, a dance of hormones. Quintessa's mind was sharper than anyone's rationality.

She wasn't about to let Tyrone claim her body so hastily. She knew he probably wouldn't cherish her if things went down this way. Quintessa hadn't expected to walk away from their encounters unscathed every time, but she certainly didn't want it to happen in such a reckless manner.

She had her own plans. If she were to give in, it would be on her terms.

If she were to surrender, she wanted to be unforgettable to Tyrone, and to be the only woman he'd ever think of again, not just another notch on his bedpost.

but Quintessa didn't struggle. Instead, she watched him coolly; in her mind,

ready to unclasp her bra, she felt despair creep in, but just then, the door

heard Mr. York was

stood frozen at the doorway, her words stuck in her throat like a fishbone. As she witnessed the scene before her, her face was a mix of shock and

a futile attempt to stop her. She had barged in without

"Uh.

he could vanish on

two would dare to

heart sink. She had just interrupted the

to run, but meeting Quintessa's gaze, Violet found herself rooted

all, Quintessa was her

"I'm sorry, I-I just heard Mr. York was here and I wanted to see you for a

"Tsk, what a