She Flash-Married To His Rival

'How should I respond to this? How could I not be attracted? But what are we to each other? We're just fake spouses!' Moira sighed inwardly. Casting a quick glance at Barclay, Moira swiftly remarked, "You should go grab dinner. I'm tired. I'm heading back to bed. Goodnight!" With that, she turned on her heels and bolted.

In less than five or six seconds, there was a resounding thud of the door being shut.

Barclay gazed at the closed door of the guest room, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're attracted, aren't you?"

'Hey, great,' thought Barclay.

Lying on the bed, Moira could hear her heart racing. She was glad she had bolted. Otherwise, she might have been in serious trouble.

Juliet was right. Any woman would be intrigued by a man like Barclay.

Moira couldn't help but sigh at her own unwarranted thoughts.

'Get a grip, Moira! You're in a professional partnership now, each taking what you need. When the time comes, you'll part ways and walk your separate paths. Falling for a business partner is just a cliché from novels!' she wondered.

After tearing apart her fantasies, Moira regained some composure.

She realized Barclay's earlier question was probably a test.

had been too forward the other

thought carefully and admitted to herself that she might have been a bit too

said it was

But what about her?

that night, Moira's face felt like it was on

see through

while intoxicated was really

bit her lip, feeling remorseful, and resolved never to

decorum with

wanting to get intimate

instead of reacting as before, Barclay looked at her coldly as she made her move. "Ms. Jimenez, you are not

person claim to be drunk? Three strikes and you're out. This is the third time, Ms. Jimenez. Don't forget.

opened her eyes to the incessant ringing of her alarm clock beside

and felt shy at the memory of Barclay's words in

indulge in foolish fantasies. Gathering her

to the dining table, she saw Barclay already

glanced at her. "Didn't you sleep