Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 71

Tiffany bit her lip.

Finally, she blurted out, "Mr. Lewis, shouldn't you be getting back to Ms. Harrison? She's waiting for you at home."

Vincent's fingertips pressed against the corner of her lips, brushing them firmly. "If you agree, I'll sort things out with her."

Tiffany didn't understand what he meant by "sort things out with her". Before she could think further or ask any questions, Vincent leaned in close, his nose almost touching hers as he gazed intently at her lips. He was a tightly wound coil-he yearned for her yet held back for fear of scaring her away.

Slowly, he tried to restrain the surging heat within him and ignite a spark of desire within her.

"Tiffany, you smell so good." Vincent tilted his head, his cheeks brushing against Tiffany's as his deep voice resonated in her ear.

"Mr. Lewis..." Tiffany looked up at the ceiling, her eyes slightly dazed.

She couldn't resist such seduction.

Vincent kissed her earlobe,

gasp tore from Tiffany's lips as her body arched involuntarily, a tremor wracking her. She clung desperately to Vincent's shirt, feeling the last vestiges of her sanity teetering on the edge. "Tiffany, say you want this. Just say it." Vincent's voice was a persuasive plea in her

trap, and Tiffany sensed the raw struggle for

and reason waged a desperate war in her mind, bringing tears to her eyes. Just as reason

Tiffany shouted, a wave of cold dread washing over

expression hardened into a glacial mask as

off the couch and strode toward a chair. Standing on it, he reached up and

"A hidden camera."

in his mind that Charles was behind

Tiffany curled up like a frightened bird, her head buried

wave of shame washed over him. He was the man who'd always been the

that he'd even been

on his face. When

it was burning. It seemed she was in for a

the fridge, wrapped it in a damp towel, and settled beside her

he placed the cooling compress