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.
Vincent followed her panicked gaze. His expression hardened into a glacial mask as he recognized the object.
He pushed himself off the couch and strode toward a chair. Standing on it, he reached up and plucked the offending device from the ceiling.
"A hidden camera."
There was no doubt in his mind that Charles was behind this!
Turning back to the couch, he found Tiffany curled up like a frightened bird, her head buried in her knees.
A wave of shame 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 woman.
The worst thing was that he'd even been rejected.
Vincent retreated to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. When he returned, he found Tiffany fast asleep on the couch.
Her cheeks were very red. Vincent touched her forehead and found it was burning. It seemed she was in for a rough night.
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.
en Narugi
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."
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