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, sucking it

her. She clung desperately to Vincent's shirt, feeling the last vestiges of her sanity teetering on the edge. "Tiffany, say you want

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

war in her mind, bringing tears to her eyes. Just as reason threatened to surrender, a glint on the

Tiffany shouted, a wave of cold dread washing over

panicked gaze. His expression hardened into a glacial mask as he

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

"A hidden camera."

his mind that

he found Tiffany curled up like a frightened

been the target

thing was that

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

found it was burning. It seemed she was

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

cooling compress