A flicker of amusement crossed Augustine's face. If only she knew the truth—that he was the boss. He opened his mouth, about to reveal it, but she spoke first.
"I'll always support you." She leaned in to press a soft kiss on his cheek.
Her simple gesture struck something deep within him. His eyes darkened, desire overtaking them. "You shouldn't have done that," he growled with hunger. "Now you are mine."
Before she could react, he caught her lips with his—urgent, possessive, and intoxicating.
Anne tensed at first, instinct urging her to resist. But the heat of his mouth, the firm grip of his arms around her—it melted her resolve. Thoughts slipped away, and all she could feel was him.
Her hands slid around his neck almost involuntarily as she gave in, her body responding to the need that had silently simmered within her.
In Denis's sleek office…
Haris burst in, looking visibly shaken. Sweat dotted his brow.
