Chapter 31

Laurelle stared at Zachariah in shock. The scent of male hormones filled the air, and his nose brushed against her cheek, causing her face to feel warm. The door behind them closed with a soft thud, cutting off the light from the corridor outside. In the dim space, the heavy sound of his breathing filled her ears, mixed with the gentle caress of his nose against her cheek. She turned her head slightly, but her lips accidentally brushed against his cheek. A jolt of electricity coursed through her, and her heart raced like a drum. What had she just done? Had she kissed him? Her fingertips trembled as she instinctively clutched the fabric of his shirt to keep him from falling. As she looked down to check his expression, she felt relieved to see that he appeared to be too drunk to notice her earlier boldness. His forehead was resting against her shoulder. "Are you okay?" she asked softly. How much had he drunk to be this out of it? It was tough being a boss these days. Zachariah di