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

body arched involuntarily, a tremor wracking her. She clung desperately to Vincent's shirt, feeling the last

trap, and Tiffany sensed the raw struggle for control

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

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

her panicked gaze. His expression hardened into a glacial

chair. Standing on it, he reached up and plucked the

"A hidden camera."

doubt in his

found Tiffany curled up like a frightened bird, her head

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

that he'd even

retreated to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. When he

touched her forehead and found it was burning. It seemed she was in

in a damp towel, and settled beside

cooling compress