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

clung desperately to Vincent's shirt, feeling the last vestiges of her sanity teetering on the

trap, and Tiffany sensed the raw struggle for control within him, mirroring her

tears to her eyes. Just as reason threatened to surrender, a glint on the ceiling

washing over her.

hardened into a glacial mask

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

"A hidden camera."

was no doubt in his mind that Charles was behind

up like a frightened bird,

of shame washed over him. He was the man who'd always been the target of seduction, but he

was that

and splashed cold water on his face. When he

and found it was burning. It seemed she

from the fridge, wrapped it in

he placed the cooling compress on her