Chapter 20
Donovan gave Giselle a long stare like she was out of her mind.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his cold voice tinged with fury.
This was, after all, his office–a formal space where he handled business.
For a woman he’d been sexually involved with to suddenly show up here was nothing short of an offense.
But Giselle didn’t act like her usual aggressive self. She sidled up to him, eyes fixed on him as a flirtatious smile bloomed on her lips.
“It’s been half a month since we last met,” she drawled. “I missed you, so I thought I’d drop by.”
With that, she plopped herself onto his desk. She acted completely at ease, as if she owned the place.
Despite her seductive outfit and her enticing scent, Donovan looked completely indifferent.
“Giselle, didn’t I tell you to disappear from my life completely?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
The room fell silent for a brief moment.
Then, she chuckled and said, “You saved my life at the Holt residence. If I’d really vanished, wouldn’t that make me look too heartless?”
As she spoke, she scooted forward on the desk until she was right in front of him. Kicking off her heels, she boldly rested her legs–clad in sheer black stockings- right on his lap.
“Mr. Kane,” she purred. “Honestly, if you hadn’t risked your life to save me that day, I might be dead or paralyzed by now. Don’t you think I should properly… thank you?”
Donovan’s expression darkened.
“Don’t bring up that day again,” he snapped, roughly brushing her legs off him. “If you had died somewhere else, it’d have nothing to do with me. But you dying at the Holt residence would’ve ruined my wedding. Like hell I’d just stand by and do nothing.”
He stood from his chair and ordered, “Get out now.”
Then, he went over to the full–length window for some air.
Giselle remained seated on his desk, openly ogling him. For someone who looked so cold and aloof, his broad shoulders and tall frame still felt like an open
invitation for sex.
“So… where do you want me to go?”
She crept up behind him and whispered in his ear, “To Zachary, maybe? He asked me out for another swim today. Should I go?”
“Shut up!”
Sure enough, the second that name left her lips, Donovan snapped. He spun around and glared at her, hissing, “Don’t you dare use him to test my patience. Or I
swear I’ll kill you.”
Giselle didn’t back down. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, putting on a sweet, playful tone as she said, “Don’t be so mean. How about we play a little game? If I lose, I’ll leave.”
He glowered at her and said nothing.
Maybe the suggestion threw him off, because despite how close she was, he remained unfazed.
Grinning, she continued, “The game is… I’ll guess what brand of underwear you’re wearing today. If I get it right, I win. If I get it wrong, I lose.”
Donovan’s eyes darkened. Unable to tolerate her any longer, he shoved her away.
“I’m guessing… Armani?” she said anyway, unfazed by his anger.
She clung to his neck again, her eyes thick with allure as she coaxed him into playing this game with her.
His face turned even more unreadable, but the tension between them was unmistakable, especially now, with her soft, warm body pressing against him.
“I said get out. Didn’t you hear me?”
“Not until you tell me if I guessed right.”
“No!”
“I don’t believe you. I need to check for myself.”
Like some shameless flirt, Giselle reached for his belt, ready to undo it herself.
