Devilishly Wicked
“William’s large frame blocked the bright lights of Lincoln Center behind him. But the cool air and the sound of cars and a crowd were enough to ruin the magical moment between her and Tristan in their private, warm, bubbly, and Cure-filled cocoon.
She blinked again, some of her usual anxiety returning. Had she really been about to kiss Tristan—Mr. McIntyre—her boss? No matter how wonderful and safe the back of that limo had seemed, kissing her boss was a terrible idea. Maybe all her worries had finally caused her to lose her mind.
But it was more likely the champagne. She never could hold her liquor.
“Sorry to startle you, sir,” William said, giving them both an awkward look, reinforcing the realization that she’d just been moments from doing something colossally stupid. “But we are here.”
“Thank you,” Tristan said, his rich, chocolaty voice clipped.
Was that tone because Tristan was disappointed to have the moment interrupted? Or was it because he was uncomfortable with the idea that... William might have seen it?MoreLess
She blinked again, some of her usual anxiety returning. Had she really been about to kiss Tristan—Mr. McIntyre—her boss? No matter how wonderful and safe the back of that limo had seemed, kissing her boss was a terrible idea. Maybe all her worries had finally caused her to lose her mind.
But it was more likely the champagne. She never could hold her liquor.
“Sorry to startle you, sir,” William said, giving them both an awkward look, reinforcing the realization that she’d just been moments from doing something colossally stupid. “But we are here.”
“Thank you,” Tristan said, his rich, chocolaty voice clipped.
Was that tone because Tristan was disappointed to have the moment interrupted? Or was it because he was uncomfortable with the idea that... William might have seen it?MoreLess
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