The Wrong Woman

Elio approached Candice, his expression growing somber and his eyes losing their usual spark. With a hint of displeasure, he said softly, "Don't be afraid of me, Candice." Candice nodded in response, then hesitated and shook her head.

Elio sighed. "I know I can be stern at work, but that's only toward my subordinates."

"But I'm also your subordinate," Candice replied cautiously.

Elio let out a laugh of exasperation and hung his head in resignation.

Worried she had misspoken, Candice quickly clarified, "It's not that I'm afraid of you. I just need a little time to get used to this."

After all, his demeanor was notably different. He was typically harsh with others yet unexpectedly gentle with her, which unsettled her. Elio checked his watch and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Candice shook her head. "Not really."

Elio led her toward the nearby lounge. He hoped to gauge Candice's feelings

Candice was confused.

and guided her inside. After closing the door, he stepped close and trapped her against it. He held her wrists and leaned in

her breath hastening as

commanding, masculine presence, she felt an unseen force bearing down on her, almost stealing her breath

bobbed noticeably as he spoke in a low, husky voice, "Candice, should interpret your silence as you having feelings for me

warning, Elio leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. A shy, involuntarily whimper escaped her as she leaned back against the

with a lingering tenderness. With fervor, he delved into her mouth, their lips and tongues dancing in a wild tango of desire. His

surrendered without resistance. Yet, confusion clouded her

here they were, locked in

was beyond her expectations. Their kiss deepened, and things took an unexpected

under her clothes, exploring without restraint. Her legs grew weak, and she found support against his