(This chapter is a duplicate, don't buy it, darlings.)
Julian Fairchild lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips, prying open her teeth in a domineering and forceful manner, frantically drawing in her flavor, his large hand pinching her waist.
The temperature in the corridor kept rising.
Maeve Lane was a bit dazed by the kiss, but soon, she came to her senses, her long lashes lightly closing as she gently pushed him away, "We agreed a few days ago... that this kind of thing should be mutual."
"What kind of thing?"
Julian Fairchild stopped, his breath a bit unstable.
Maeve Lane looked away, her cheeks starting to flush, "You know exactly what I mean."
Julian Fairchild looked into Maeve Lane's eyes, his voice hoarse, "...So you don't want to?"
Maeve Lane tried not to look into his eyes, how long have they been apart, "I don't want to."
The man in front of her was remarkably handsome, his stature tall and upright, with sword-like eyebrows and clear, starry eyes.
