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.

neck, but Quintessa didn't struggle. Instead, she watched him coolly; in her mind, she was racing for a way out, but it seemed every escape

hands moving to her back, ready to unclasp her bra, she felt

I heard Mr. York

her throat like a fishbone. As she witnessed the scene before her,

in a futile

back, "Uh. Mr. York, my apologies, I couldn't stop

he could vanish on

thought these two would dare to get

heart sink. She had just interrupted the man's private

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

Quintessa was her

you for a moment. I

down, "Tsk, what a pity.

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