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.

her

shirt, feeling the last vestiges of her sanity teetering

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

to her eyes. Just as reason threatened to

over

expression hardened into a glacial mask

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

"A hidden camera."

was no doubt in his

back to the couch, he found Tiffany curled up

the target of seduction, but he bad just attempted to take advantage of

worst thing was that he'd even been

his face. When he returned,

her forehead and found it was burning. It seemed she was in for a rough

the fridge, wrapped it in

he placed the cooling compress