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 earlobe,

lips as her body arched involuntarily, a tremor wracking her. She clung desperately to Vincent's shirt, feeling the last vestiges of her sanity teetering on the edge. "Tiffany, say you want this. Just say it." Vincent's voice was

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

to her eyes. Just as reason threatened

over her. Her voice trembled with

expression hardened into a

toward a chair. Standing on it, he reached up and plucked the offending device

"A hidden camera."

no doubt in his mind that

couch, he found Tiffany curled up like a frightened

over him. He was the man who'd always been the target of seduction, but he bad just attempted to take advantage of a compromised

was that he'd even

and splashed cold water on his face. When he returned, he

forehead and found it was burning. It seemed she was

fridge, wrapped it in a damp towel, and settled

cooling compress