Chapter 62

Nikita trailed after Nathaniel. She gritted her teeth and forced a tight smile. "Mr. Foster, perhaps you'd like to reconsider? I think—"

"You think?" Nathaniel halted abruptly in his steps, causing Nikita to crash into him. He turned and assessed the woman in his arms. His heart skipped a beat, but he did not show it.

Nikita heard him drawl imperiously, "What right do you have as a designer to tell your clients what they want in a design?"

Rage and resentment welled up in her when she heard this, but she forced them down. "Pardon me for overstepping. If the first draft is to your liking, I'll proceed with it and hand you the final product in two days."

Nathaniel stared at her and found her obedience endearing. Swallowing, he cupped the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

Nikita's breath hitched, but before she could react, Nathaniel's tongue demanded entry and swept in. He explored her mouth with a fierce hunger.

To make matters worse, they were in the middle of a busy