Unexpected Encounter with my Boss (Vincent and Tiffany) novel Chapter 154

Vincent called for help after getting into the car. Once he hung up, Tiffany asked, "What did they say?"

"We're a bit far out, so it'll take them at least 40 minutes to arrive." He turned to look at her. Then, he frowned.

The light in the car was on, so he could clearly see that Tiffany was soaked through from the rain. There were droplets of water dripping from her hair. She wore a white T-shirt with a checkered shirt on top, but they were both drenched. She looked like a mess.

Vincent pulled out a towel from the glove compartment and handed it to her. "Wipe yourself. You don't wanna catch a cold."

She hesitated but still took it. "Thanks, Mr. Lewis."

As she dried her hair, he looked down at his phone. Her checkered shirt clung to her, making her feel uncomfortable. So, she took it off, leaving only her thin T-shirt behind.

Suddenly, Vincent sneezed. Tiffany turned to look at him. He'd spent longer in the rain than she had and was wetter than she was.

She hurriedly patted herself dry before twisting the towel dry and handing it to him. "You should wipe yourself, too, Mr. Lewis."

He looked at her. "No, I'm—"

He sneezed again.

Tiffany felt bad. She'd gotten them into this situation and was the reason they were stuck here. If Vincent were to catch a cold because of her, she'd feel terrible.

When she saw his refusal to take the towel and the water droplets trickling down his face, she gritted her teeth and decided to dry him herself. They both stiffened when the towel touched his face, especially Vincent. His pupils constricted, and his eyes lit up.

Then, his hand trailed down to her belly. He traced her skin lightly over her thin T-shirt. It made her tremble. She held his hand and said shakily, "Mr. Lewis…"

Unbeknownst to her, it only aroused Vincent more. He'd only intended to hold and touch her lightly, but the fire in him burned brighter than ever at her voice. This wasn't enough to satisfy him anymore.

"Tiffany…" Vincent's Adam's apple bobbed. He stared at her lips as his breathing grew heavier.

The atmosphere crackled with electricity. Tiffany felt like her heart had been set on fire. She couldn't resist his seductive words and touches, but the remnants of her rationality told her to control herself.

Tears filled her eyes as she said pitifully, "I'm Tiffany, Mr. Lewis. Tiffany Lloyd…"

Her pleas sounded like urges to Vincent. They ripped through his rationality and made him transform into a beast. He threw caution to the wind as he gripped her jaw and kissed her hard.