“We have a meeting in half an hour. We’ll leave after it concludes.”

Millie was taken aback. Despite his high fever, he insisted on conducting a meeting.

After Millie concluded her tidying, Marcus caught her wrist with his ivory fingers, imploring, “I have a throbbing headache. Could you give me a head massage?”

He recalled that Millie had massaged his head before. Her touch was soothing, easing his discomfort.

“Of course.” Millie agreed.

Marcus gently pulled her into his embrace.

“Could you sit on me while you massage?”

it struck Millie as peculiar, she complied, slipping from his arms. Her lithe fingers threaded through his abundant hair,

of his discomfort. He even found himself thinking that

dear, savoring the delicate scent of her being, and relishing

It occurred to him

inadvertently

Angela’s Library

her cheeks tinged with a

“Feeling better?”

his head into the curve

yearn

closer, he leaned into her, prompting her to shoulder a portion of his weight. Millie swallowed, a heat creeping onto her cheeks. What had he said? Her mind raced, but before she could decipher it all, Marcus’ hand began to caress her

after all, in

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