Chapter 40: Do You Think of Me as A Tool?
Tristan caught the curious looks of everyone in the room and decided to call for a ten-minute break. With that, he strode out of the meeting, leaving them in a surprised and speechless mood.
Tristan rushed to the quiet stairwell, a perfect spot for some privacy. His voice came out hoarse like he was battling a flood of emotions when he muttered, "You're really tempting me."
Glancing down at his own arousal, he lifted his gaze, stretching his neck and swallowing hard, which only emphasized his sexy jawline.
Images of Layla's captivating voice flushed cheeks, and delicate hands danced in his mind, making him crave her even more.
He took a deep breath to regain his composure and said, "See you tonight. And don't even think about saying stop."
Layla felt a slight flush on her cheeks, memories of their steamy moments together sparking a rush of excitement in her heart. "I just hope you can keep up," she teased.
Tristan let out a low chuckle, his voice resonating like a beautiful cello
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