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 was confused.

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

and her breath hastening as she

bearing down on her, almost stealing her breath away. His subtle scent mingled with every

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 feelings for me

slightly. Without warning, Elio leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. A shy,

sudden, like a whirlwind 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

Candice surrendered without resistance. Yet, confusion

he supposed to be taking her to lunch? But here they were, locked

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

delved under her clothes, exploring without restraint. Her legs grew weak, and