Love Unspoken

The implication of his words dawned on Quinn with swift clarity. He was insinuating that she was shameless, flirting with men with just a fleeting glance.

A wave of frustration washed over her. She had no desire to be embroiled in his twisted perceptions any longer. As she attempted to rise, he seized her collar, forcing her back to her knees. "I allow it," he declared, his voice echoing in the room. Quinn pursed her lips, turning her head away in a futile attempt to distance herself from this unreasonable man.

They were no longer bound by marriage, yet he still held an unnerving control over her. Just as she was processing his words, the office door swung open abruptly.

The sudden intrusion startled Quinn, sending her scurrying back under the desk. Getty strutted in, her high heels clicking against the floor, a handbag swinging from her arm.

"Alexander," she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness as she made a beeline for him. Her perfume, strong and intoxicating, filled the room before she even reached his side.

herself into a corner, desperate to remain unseen by Getty. Memories of past humiliations at the

discomfort. As Getty neared Alexander, she

no surprise. "I came to wait for you to finish work. Will you come to my place tonight?" Getty giggled, her words hanging in the air. "Yes," he replied, his tone nonchalant. "I'll wait for you after work; we can go watch a movie. I've already bought the tickets." She produced two tickets from her bag and handed them to him. He glanced at them, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Alright, you wait over there; I'll finish my work first."Quinn's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to their exchange from her hiding place. Was he doing this deliberately? Keeping Getty close, ensuring Quinn remained trapped under the desk for

work, seemingly oblivious to her presence. She found herself staring at his legs, her

air-conditioned, but her thick clothing and the confined space made her

heat became unbearable. Unable to endure any longer, she reached

courage to emerge from her hiding place. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes for him to let her leave. Alexander glanced down at her, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek, as one might pet a dog. He tilted his head, indicating with a look that she was free to leave whenever she wished. Quinn bit her lip, her mind racing. How would Getty react to seeing her crawl out from under the desk? Would