“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?”

lithe fingers threaded through his

cascaded to Marcus’ forehead, alleviating some of his discomfort.

he held dear, savoring the delicate scent of her being, and relishing her tender

of comfort. It occurred to him that he wouldn’t mind her massaging him like this more often in

so slightly, Marcus inadvertently brushed against her soft

Angela’s Library

cheeks tinged with a delicate flush. She pressed her lips together, striving to combat the

“Feeling better?”

resist burying his head into the curve of Millie’s neck, his touch caressing

yearn for is to lavish my affections upon my

he said? Her mind raced, but before she could decipher it all, Marcus’ hand began to caress her waist, the fabric

away firmly. They were, after all, in the office, and

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