Forbidden Passion

Chapter 218 He was Damn Sexy

His gaze burned into her exposed waist, as if wanting to sear a hole right through her. Phoebe noticed his intense, almost invasive stare fixed on her midriff and quickly looked down. Her waist was still showing.

In a rush to undo the knot, the more she fumbled, the tighter it became, her cheeks flushed with urgency. Lifting her gaze, her eyes-damp and frantic-briefly met Theodore's before she bore down on the relentless knot.

Theodore had intended to keep to himself, but the distress in her eyes set something alight within him. Closing the distance, he gently grasped Phoebe's hands to still them.

Phoebe shivered at his touch, and as she looked up, the light above bathed them, illuminating her naturally fair complexion even more. Her lips were a striking red against her fair skin, her eyes-deep and dark like rich grapes-held his with a trembling vibrancy.

Theodore felt a nearly imperceptible curl of his fingers, the bobbing of his Adam's apple betraying his control, his entire body seemed to pulse with restrained energy. It was wholly inappropriate, but he was consumed by the urge to pin her against the elevator's metallic wall and kiss her fiercely.

me!'

gaze and her eyes danced nervously before resting on the alluring movement of his throat. Her first unconscious thought was...

recent interactions with Theodore disrupting her inner calm. Each look they shared, every unintentional brush of skin stirred something within her a resistance on the surface but a deep yearning beneath. His cool, firm hand

elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal a colleague about to enter. The scene inside stopped her mid-step, her hand flying to her mouth

"Mr. Reynolds, Miss Ziegler."

his hand. As he prepared to withdraw it completely,

caring if they'd reached the 17th floor or not, she plunged out, feeling the

nodded at the employee and moved on without

as if to savor the touch. To the employee still

fearful of being frozen by the chill