Chapter 16

Heather's mind was in a mess.

Her fair fingers were tightly clenched, and she pursed her lips tightly. She did not make a sound.

Tyrone looked at her calmly. He didn't urge her, either. With his slender fingers, he continued tapping on his desk patiently.

The taps seemed to be drumming along with Heather's heartbeat.

Heather thought to herself, "Just once."

Heather convinced herself. "Just this once!"

She bit her lip. Then, she walked toward Tyrone.

Tyrone's place was a short distance from the reception area. It was only a matter of a dozen steps, but Heather felt like it was extremely far.

Tyrone gazed calmly at the woman approaching him. A hidden dark look flashed across his eyes.

She didn't need to say anything. Her movements had already conveyed her decision.

Heather walked up to Tyrone.

Tyrone narrowed his dark eyes. Reaching out, he held her slender waist. With a slight pull, he led her to sit down on his lap.

The man's oppressive and pleasing scent immediately envelo