Unexpected Encounter with my Boss (Vincent and Tiffany) novel 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.

Suddenly, Vincent kissed her earlobe, sucking it gently.

"Ah!" A gasp tore from 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 say it." Vincent's voice was a persuasive plea in her ear.

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

Morality and reason waged a desperate war in her mind, bringing tears to her eyes. Just as reason threatened to surrender, a glint on the ceiling caught her attention.

"Mr. Lewis!" Tiffany shouted, a wave of cold dread washing over her. Her voice trembled with fear as she pointed upward.

He retrieved an ice pack from the fridge, wrapped it in a damp towel, and settled beside her on a chair.

Gently, he placed the cooling compress on her cheek.

As Vincent watched her peaceful sleep, an unexpected sense of calm washed over him. Soon, the lingering effects of the drugs claimed him too, pulling him into a deep slumber.

Meanwhile, the screen flickered to a lifeless black as Vincent disabled the camera on Charles' end.

He swirled the wine in his glass, clicking his tongue. "Such a promising performance was cut short. Frustrating indeed."

Setting down his empty glass, he dialed a number. "Send Elis up to keep me company."

"Alright, Mr. Stewart."