Seraphina Redgrave's heart skipped a beat, and she sat stiffly on his lap, not daring to move.
"If I fail, can I still survive?"
Ethan Sterling seemed to be asking himself.
He reached out, pinched Seraphina's chin, turning her head almost into a lip-to-lip position, his Adam's apple rolling, unbearably sexy.
"Seraphina, tell me, which one of us will get what we want?"
Something seemed to snap in Seraphina's mind, and she didn't react immediately.
Ethan leaned closer, slowly kissing away the cake crumbs at the corner of Seraphina's mouth, very sweet.
She felt the warmth brought by Ethan's thin lips, her face complex.
...
As night fell, Seraphina wore fitted pajamas and sat at her desk, beginning to flip through law books.
Ethan had two more video conferences, so she didn't need to return to the bedroom early.
"What's in that man's head anyway? Why won't he let you go?"
Beside the book was a laptop, from which came Hector Shaw's frustrated voice.
