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.

kissed her

Tiffany's 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

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

bringing tears to her eyes. Just as reason threatened

cold dread washing over her. Her voice trembled

panicked gaze. His expression hardened into a glacial mask as

couch and strode toward a chair. Standing on it,

"A hidden camera."

in his mind

he found Tiffany curled up like a

always been the target of

that he'd

bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. When he returned, he found Tiffany fast asleep on

red. Vincent touched her forehead and found it was burning. It

an ice pack from the fridge, wrapped it in a damp towel, and settled

cooling compress on