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."

He hoped to gauge

Candice was confused.

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

and her breath hastening as she anxiously

her, almost stealing

His Adam's apple bobbed noticeably as he spoke in a low, husky voice, "Candice, should interpret your silence as you having feelings for

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

of passion mixed with a lingering tenderness. With fervor, 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

again, like before, Candice surrendered without resistance. Yet, confusion clouded her

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

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

Candice away, Elio's hands boldly delved under her clothes, exploring