Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 229

As Clara's fingertips were playfully nibbled, his voice still had that sultry, post-sex rasp. "You said you came here with your boss?"

Feeling a bit worn out, Clara yawned. "Yeah, I did."

"What's he like?"

"He's nice."

"How does he measure up to me?"

Clara's eyes popped open. The room was dim, just enough light to outline his silhouette. He had an impressive build. She definitely felt lucky.

"No contest. You two are worlds apart. He's like a snow-capped mountain-cool and distant. You're more like a vibrant rose, hot and inviting. My boss is someone you admire from afar, not someone you cozy up to."

"How can you be so sure? Maybe you just don't know him well enough, like you don't know me."

Clara furrowed her brow, cupping his face. "I don't know you? Well, let me get to know you better over time. How can I if I never see your face?"

"You've seen it before. You got pretty worked up and even slapped me."

Clara sat up straight, suddenly embarrassed. She scratched her cheek, realizing she might have been more hot-tempered than she remembered.

She had just shared an intimate moment with him and then slapped him. No wonder he was so self-conscious.

What had happened between them that

gently patted his cheek. "Did I slap you here?

care about me, it

silently berated herself. Clara, what were you thinking? How could you hurt someone so good

and kissed him twice on each cheek. "Of course I care, but I've got to go. I've annoyed my boss lately, so I need to stick around and smooth things over. If anything comes up, text or

to leave, her wrist was gently

you might get too close

but smile. Was he jealous? Ah, he was

I just think

if he ever becomes like me? Would you

there, no need for horror stories. Just the

grip on her wrist relaxed.

room, she couldn't help but smile. He had

with a napkin to

he was obedient, he had a

Dylan was meant to be admired from afar. Whoever dared to make him her own was surely in the

Upon entering, she found the men already engrossed in discussing

help but reflect on her own actions. Sneaking out to

maintained his usual composed demeanor, though his ears were still

was puzzled, and her thoughts drifted back