So embarrassing!
Valentine Teller covered her face, feeling so hot!
"Don't go."
Mark Reed suddenly pressed her closer, his passionate lips landing between her face and neck, his heavy breaths brushing against her flushed face.
A hand reached for her waist, wanting to take off her tight jeans.
"No, I really have to go. I'll wait for you at home, okay?"
Valentine tightly grasped his unruly hand, pushing it away.
But even if she wanted to, it couldn't be here!
What if she couldn't control her volume and people passing by outside heard them?
Oh God, just thinking about it made her anxious.
His cheeky expression left Valentine both exasperated and amused—looks like she brought the food to the wrong place, a typical lamb to the slaughter!
She really had to hand it to him, being so reasonable yet so unreasonable.
Feeling his body becoming more and more tense, and his eyes growing deeper, his breathing carried a burgeoning desire that unsettled her mind.
