Page 51 of A Forgotten Promise

I would be worried he could smell my inconvenient arousal, but judging by his boner, our bodies are not on board with our dislike for each other.

Hate sex?

His eyes sparkle with something dark. Can he read my mind? Did he really have the same idea as me?

We stare at each other, communicating with our blazing eyes only. I’m saying I wouldn’t be opposed, but it would mean nothing. He’s agreeing—well, in my mind he is.

I grab his lapels, not necessarily pulling him closer, just… I don’t know what… giving him consent? Am I?

His sight drops to my lips. He’s on board. Oh my God, we’re going to fuck against this bookcase.

“Mr. Quinn, your seven o’clock with Japan is about to start.” A female voice fills the room.

“Fuck,” Corm mutters and steps away.

I almost collapse, because I didn’t even realize how much was I leaning against him. I rush toward the door, not sparing him one look.

“Saar,” he calls out.

I turn around slowly. Is he going to suggest we pick up where we left off? Is the moment gone? Shit. I can’t decide.

“Yes.” Goddammit with the breathy voice.

He’s already behind his desk, typing on the keyboard, not even looking at me. “If you want your autonomy, don’t fucking schedule a relationship counseling through your wedding planner. Don’t control my time with your trivial mind games, and I will leave you alone.”

Chapter 9

Saar

Celeste

How is it @Saar?

Cora

Pitt and Clooney miss you.

Cora

Me too, strangely. (tongue out emoji)

(eye-roll emoji) This house is huge.

Lily

At least you can avoid your fiancé.

Silver lining (laughing emoji)

Cora

Housewarming party?

What a great idea! He’s gone.

Celeste

I wish I could drink. Merde.

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