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 earlobe,

shirt, feeling the last vestiges of her sanity teetering

a seductive trap, and Tiffany sensed the raw struggle

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

a wave of cold dread washing over her. Her voice trembled with fear as

her panicked gaze. His expression hardened into

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

"A hidden camera."

in his mind that

curled up

washed 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

thing was that he'd

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

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

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

cooling compress