Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 305

The burn of whiskey hadn't even hit her throat before a strong arm pulled Sylvia back against a hard chest.

Her hand, halfway to his cheek, was caught and pressed firmly around his neck, while his lips crashed down on hers-hungry, reckless, demanding the last drop of bourbon from her mouth.

Even when the taste of whiskey was gone, his kiss didn't let up. It was wild, relentless.

When he finally let her come up for air, Sylvia was breathless.

He pressed a finger to her lips, stopping her from speaking. His voice was low and rough. "Not bad, huh?"

Sylvia, her hand still on his shoulder, dug her nails in as a warning: let me go.

He didn't seem to notice. Instead, he caught her hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

Sylvia could've screamed. Was he out of his mind? Right here, in front of everyone?

Rupert didn't care. He turned to the client across the table, his expression cool as ever. "Anything else?"

The client, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, gave a nervous laugh. "No, nothing."

"Great. Then let's get the paperwork done." Rupert glanced to where Orson was standing quietly behind him.

Orson opened the folder and slid a pen across the table.

The client barely looked at the contract, wrapping an arm around the woman at his side, grinning. "Mr. Rupert, work talk just kills the mood. Tristan's not in a hurry, either, right?"

better deal out of Rupert by name-dropping

unfazed. He stood, pulling Sylvia up with him. "No rush, sure. But

paled, shoving the woman aside. He got

he was broke, and

the Carmichael

Are

"I-yes, yes. Of course."

a third lower than he wanted. No one in their right mind

Sylvia yanked her hand

hand at her waist, pinning her against the

you doing

wrong,

caught dead in a place like this. I'm the wild one, right? If I'm here with some

sŵnovel

was ice-cold, every word

Stop talking nonsense.

unreadable. He didn't deny

knew. She knew the

neon lights flickered over her face, making her look even paler,

nerves wound so tight she felt

knew all along?"

Rupert's answer was quick,

gave a bitter