My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Brian leaned in slightly, taking the glass from her hand. “This is my drink.”

Rosalynn was at a loss for words.

Had she taken his glass?

She had placed her own drink there just a moment ago.

“If the kiss left you wanting more, you could’ve just told me. No need for an indirect smooch.”

Brian wore a smile as he took the glass she had just used and pressed his thin lips to its rim, draining the wine from his own glass.

Rosalynn’s heart raced uncontrollably.

Her cheeks reddened.

must be

message appeared on Brian’s

looked at the screen,

was a message from

him that she had arrived

text, she sent

hair by her ear, attempting to

of the message on his phone, she felt her

saw the photo