Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 17

Clara only realized her clothes were a mess, but was completely unaware of the mark left on her neck. Her skin was naturally pale, and after her little spat with Simon, her cheeks were a bit flushed.

Noticing Dylan's wheelchair was unattended, she quickly stepped up. "Mr. Dylan," she called, her hands gently gripping the wheelchair. Her voice was earnest. "Are you heading back to the top floor? I can take you."

"Move aside."

"Sorry, what?"

She thought she must've misheard. But no, Dylan just maneuvered his wheelchair past her without a second glance. Clara stood there, finally getting the hint that she wasn't needed.

With a deep breath, she shrugged it off and decided not to push her luck. She made her way to her desk, which-lucky her-was conveniently close to Simon's office.

The Ferguson family had a bunch of younger members in this generation. Although Dylan was technically Simon's senior, they were actually the same age. Every junior member was required to do an internship at Ferguson Corporation. Dylan, born to Walter later in life, was a natural prodigy, and had been set up as the heir early on.

That role came with its fair share of risks, but Dylan had always managed to stay out of harm's way. That is, until an accident two years ago left him in a wheelchair. Many assumed this would knock him off the heir track, but the patriarch stayed mum, and the family remained in a state of quiet turmoil.

shot her a sneer. "Still pretending you're

a mountain of files on her desk. "You're the

rolled her eyes, her disdain for Clara barely hidden. Clara didn't say a word, and just opened

she in the department

he despises

trouble, and slap any girl who gets close to Mr. Simon. What's HR thinking, letting

down. She finished the files by nine that night. The office

her with disdain. "I was supposed to

late, Clara felt her temper flare. Simon adjusted his tie, exuding arrogance. "Well, it's

disbelief. She grabbed her keys and made for the

rise. "Simon, doesn't your

you gonna kick me again? Clara, are you done with this yet? I'm still interested, but you'd better not keep saying no. Who knows when I'll offer a

his arrogance. Her cheeks reddened with anger. Simon noticed the flicker of emotion on her usually calm face. Initially reluctant to kiss her, he found himself reconsidering. He couldn't deny

out a cold laugh, brushing past him. "You still smell like