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.

desk, pressed herself into a corner, desperate to remain unseen by Getty. Memories of past humiliations at the hands of Alexander in front

to further discomfort. As Getty neared Alexander, she draped her arms around his neck

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 the entire afternoon? "Okay," Getty

curled up in the confined space. Alexander continued to work, seemingly oblivious to her presence. She found herself staring at his legs, her body

her thick clothing and the confined space made her feel feverish. Sweat trickled down her forehead, soaking her

unbearable. Unable to endure any

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 Alexander be angry or annoyed to discover she had been hiding there all this time? She was alone in this predicament; no one would