My breath caught in my throat. I could feel the heat from his body, from his mouth, from everywhere. His arms tightened around me.
I heard the lady make a sound—something like a choked breath or a curse—before she let out a bitter laugh.
“Unbelievable,” she hissed. “You’ll regret this.”
I didn’t look at her, but I saw the middle finger she flashed at me as she stormed out in her clacking heels. The doors swung behind her with a dramatic bang.
Gareth slowly pulled away. My neck was still tingling from the contact.
He looked at me for a beat, then gestured to the chair. “Sit.”
I sat, trying to pretend like my face wasn’t burning.
“I’m sorry for that,” he said after a moment. “You didn’t deserve to be dragged into that mess.”
I gave a half-laugh, still trying to calm my racing heart. “Is that your usual way of handling things? Public neck bites?”
“No,” he said dryly. “It’s a one-time performance.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So… what was that exactly?”
