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

She clung desperately to Vincent's shirt, feeling the last vestiges of

Tiffany sensed the

a desperate war in her mind, bringing tears to her eyes. Just as reason threatened to surrender, a glint

over her. Her voice trembled with fear

His expression hardened into a glacial mask as he recognized

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

"A hidden camera."

was no doubt in his mind

Tiffany curled up like

was the man who'd always been the target of seduction, but he bad just attempted to

thing was that

cold water on his face. When he returned, he found Tiffany fast asleep on the

found it was burning. It seemed

the fridge, wrapped it in

the cooling compress on her