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."

toward the nearby lounge. He hoped to gauge Candice's feelings and better understand her

Candice was confused.

stepped close and trapped her against it. He

heart pounding and her breath hastening

by Elio's commanding, masculine presence, she felt an unseen force bearing down on her, almost stealing her breath away. His subtle scent mingled with every

as it lingered on her lips. His Adam's apple bobbed noticeably as he spoke in a low, husky

Without warning, Elio leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. A shy, involuntarily whimper escaped

he delved into her mouth, their lips and tongues dancing in a wild tango of desire. His kiss went deep. Gradually, his body pressed against hers, pinning her soft figure against the door and leaving her immobile beneath

Candice surrendered without resistance. Yet,

supposed to be taking her to lunch? But here they were, locked in a passionate kiss in the office

kiss deepened, and things took an unexpected

swept Candice away, Elio's hands boldly delved under her clothes, exploring without restraint. Her legs grew weak, and she found support against his sturdy