Seraphina Quinn turned her head, and Cian's kiss landed on her neck.
The woman's scent was intoxicating.
A fragrance that could drive a man to his death, and it was going straight to Cian's head.
But she was clearly unwilling.
And for Cian, there was no fun in forcing himself on her.
So, in the end, Cian just bit her neck before letting go.
He had what Seraphina Quinn wanted; he wasn't afraid she wouldn't come to him.
"Seraphina Quinn, I'll be in Aurelium for the next few days."
"When you've made up your mind, you can come find me anytime. My doors are always open to you."
As he spoke, Cian got off Seraphina Quinn.
Looking down to straighten his clothes, he noticed how hard he was and cursed under his breath.
'I'm going to die from holding this in sooner or later,' he thought.
Cian pulled his jacket from the coat rack. As he turned to walk toward the private room's door, Claire Sterling pushed it open and came in from outside.
Landon Morgan had told her.
