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.

she had been

admitted to herself that she might have been a bit

it was just

But what about her?

that night, Moira's face felt like

see through

advantage of someone while intoxicated

her lip, feeling remorseful, and resolved never to stoop to such

maintain some decorum with Barclay from now

dream where she remained unchanged, wanting to get intimate with Barclay

before, Barclay looked at her coldly as she made her move. "Ms. Jimenez,

is the third time, Ms. Jimenez. Don't forget. We're only in

her eyes to the incessant ringing of her

shy at

foolish fantasies. Gathering her thoughts, she rose from bed and began

over to the dining table, she saw Barclay already there,

at her. "Didn't you sleep