She shook her head vigorously, trying to think straight this time. The bus stop was far from the chairman's estate, down the street, and it was almost ten o'clock.
'Whatever. I have to make sure he drives me home.'
With her lips twitching in a playful yet sarcastic beam, she grabbed his tie and tugged gently, enough to draw his face toward hers. Their lips nearly brushed, warm breaths mingling, and the air between them thickened with simmering desire.
Her breath caught in her throat as her cinnamon eyes lingered on his soft, cupid-bow lips, conjuring wild fantasies in her mind.
Zane froze, caught off guard by her radiant expression and closeness. He hadn't expected this boldness—not after the earlier tension. For a moment, his gaze flicked sideways, as if avoiding her, yet it remained locked on hers, anticipating whatever she would do next.
They both swallowed hard, pulses pounding painfully in perfect rhythm beneath their skin.
Zane's, however, seemed the loudest.
