Chapter 71

Tiffany bit her lip. Finally, she blurted out, "Mr. Lewis, shouldn't you be getting back to Ms. Harrison? She's waiting for you at home." Vincent's fingertips pressed against the corner of her lips, brushing them firmly. "If you agree, I'll sort things out with her." Tiffany didn't understand what he meant by "sort things out with her". Before she could think further or ask any questions, Vincent leaned in close, his nose almost touching hers as he gazed intently at her lips. He was a tightly wound coil—he yearned for her yet held back for fear of scaring her away. Slowly, he tried to restrain the surging heat within him and ignite a spark of desire within her. "Tiffany, you smell so good." Vincent tilted his head, his cheeks brushing against Tiffany's as his deep voice resonated in her ear. "Mr. Lewis..." Tiffany looked up at the ceiling, her eyes slightly dazed. She couldn't resist such seduction. Suddenly, Vincent kissed her earlobe, sucking it gently. "Ah!" A gasp tore