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 and better understand her

Candice was confused.

the door, he stepped close and trapped her against it. He held

her breath hastening as she anxiously glanced

an unseen force bearing down on her, almost stealing her breath away. His

gaze was intense and mesmerizing as it lingered on her lips. His Adam's apple bobbed noticeably as he spoke in a low, husky voice, "Candice, should interpret your silence as you having

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

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

without resistance. Yet, confusion clouded

to lunch? But here they were, locked in a passionate kiss in the office

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

passion swept Candice away, Elio's hands boldly delved under her clothes, exploring without restraint. Her legs grew weak,