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.

kissed her earlobe, sucking it

last vestiges of her sanity teetering

words were a seductive trap, and Tiffany sensed the raw struggle for control within him,

her eyes.

shouted, a wave of cold dread washing over her. Her voice trembled with fear as she pointed

His expression hardened into a glacial mask

on it, he reached up and plucked the offending device

"A hidden camera."

in his mind

the couch, he found Tiffany curled up like a

was the man who'd always been the target of seduction, but he

thing was that

his face. When he returned, he found

were very red. Vincent touched her forehead and found it

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

he placed the cooling compress on her