All Chapters of No Escaping the Billionaire's Desire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lirael's POV I backed her against the door, looming over her and bracing my hands on either side of her head. She tilted her face toward mine, eyes flashing. “What do you want, Lirael?” “You know what I want.” She exhaled shakily. “Why?” “Why what?” “Why do you want that from me? You have your choice of women. Why risk our professional relationship for this?” I lowered my head, my nose grazing against her cheek until I reached her ear. “Because I want another taste. I want to see if you’ll come as sweetly for me now as you did then.” Her breath hitched, and I turned so my lips brushed against the soft skin of her cheek. “Just think. By now, Jovan will be up here, right outside this door. He’ll be sitting out there waiting patiently for me while I’m making you come. If that isn’t revenge, I don’t know what is.” “I’m not having sex with you in your office.” There was far less conviction in that statement than she probably thought. My lips traveled down until they were hovering just o

Zephyra's POVFor more than one reason, I couldn’t look at Jovan as I passed him. What I had just done played over and over in my mind. What I had let Lirael do to me. In his office. In the building I worked in. With Jovan sitting outside. What the hell had come over me? This was not me. I was the girl who put her head down and worked hard and achieved what she wanted to achieve. I wasn’t the girl who let her boss go down on her in his office. What was it about Lirael that made me act so out of character? On shaky legs, I made my way back to my desk. If I thought I couldn’t concentrate before, it was nothing compared to how scattered I was now. Every time someone passed, I jumped, imagining it was Jovan and he had somehow found out what I had done. Not that it was any of his business anymore. Because it was so unlike me, it felt as if any minute now, someone would point their finger at me and accuse me of reprehensible behavior. But Jovan didn’t come. And neither did Lirael. Although,

Zephyra's POVI walked into the office on Monday, refreshed and ready to be productive. After drinking wine with Freya on Friday night, then going out for another night of dancing on Saturday, I was determined to put everything to do with Jovan and Lirael behind me. When my phone rang midmorning and I saw it was Lirael’s PA, my pulse leaped, even as my stomach twisted. “Hello,” I answered.“Good morning, Zephyra. Are you available for a meeting with Mr. Wright?”My mouth went dry, and I needed to clear my throat before I answered. “Yes, of course.”“Come on up, then.”I hung up, then stood, wiping my sweaty palms on my skirt. When the elevator deposited me on the top floor, I smiled at Samson, hoping my nerves weren’t showing on my face.“He’s expecting you. You can go right in.” He nodded toward the office. When I knocked and heard his deep voice telling me to come in, butterflies took flight in my stomach. I entered and closed the door behind me, then quickly stepped away from it.

Lirael's POVJonathan pulled the car up outside Zephyra’s apartment building, where she was waiting. She barely had time to pick up the bag at her feet before he was out of the driver’s seat to take it off her and open the rear door for her. She smiled at him, then slid in to sit opposite me. I drank her in a little too avariciously. Her long dark hair was tied back in a ponytail. The green V-neck shirt she was wearing deepened the color of her eyes, and her jeans fit like a second skin. It was all very suitable for attending a future building site, and yet it was still as sexy as hell on her.Her gaze flitted over me, probably taking stock of my clothing as well since this was the first time she had seen me dressed casually. I hid my smile as she took in my fitted gray T-shirt and jeans, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Realizing she had been staring a little too long, her eyes darted to mine, then out the window, a slight blush warming her cheeks.“Did you purchase a dress?”

Zephyra's POV I checked my reflection in the mirror one more time, smoothing my fingers over the silky material of the floor-length red dress I was wearing. Hopefully with an outfit that gorgeous, and expensive, I should fit in with all the other guests at the gala. I turned away from the mirror and checked the time. Lirael would be there soon to collect me. The thought had a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies beating their wings in my stomach. I hadn’t seen him since we got back from the hotel site. He had told me I could do whatever I wanted for the rest of the day, then disappeared into his room for a conference call with his brothers. I spent a couple of hours wandering around and indulged in a delicious deep-dish pizza for lunch, then returned to my hotel room and distracted myself by sketching out my ideas for the hotel’s revised design. I had tried hard to forget about what happened in his office, but it had been on repeat in my mind since I slid into the car that morning a