Chapter 1225
Roland, caught on the other end, could only freeze in shock.
“Hand that back,” Collin said, reclaiming the receiver from her grip.
He barely had it before Roland’s hesitant voice crackled through. “Mr. Riley, is everything under control?”
Collin’s tone was light, almost dismissive. “It’s nothing—she’s just had a bit too much to drink. Bring the honey water quickly,” he responded before cutting the connection.
Linsey made another grab for the phone, but Collin simply set it out of her reach.
Instead, he drew her onto his lap, his fingers gently pinching her cheek in mock reproach. “Careful, Linsey—at this rate, you’ll have the whole staff on high alert.”
She pouted, prying his hand away. “That’s ridiculous. This house is huge, I’m not shouting that loud.”
A mischievous arch lifted Collin’s brow, his grin playful. “If you say so. Maybe next time, I’ll record your tirade and let you hear it for yourself.”
Linsey only rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore his banter.
A knock sounded at the door just as their exchange lingered in the air. Collin kept her comfortably perched on his lap, his voice unruffled. “Come in.”
Roland stepped inside, careful not to linger on the scene before him. He averted his gaze and spoke in a respectful tone. “Mr. Riley, your honey water.”
Without waiting for another word, Roland set the cup on the table, then quietly slipped out, ensuring the door shut firmly behind him.
Collin reached for the cup, his tone uncharacteristically soft as he urged her, “Here. Honey water’s a cure-all. Drink this, and I promise you’ll forget every rotten memory of him.”
Linsey twisted away, lips pursed, dodging the cup. Her question came out of nowhere—soft but piercing. “Tell me, Collin. What is it you even see in me?”
He didn’t reply right away, only nudged the cup a little closer, silently urging her to take a sip.
Linsey batted his hand aside, resignation creeping into her voice. “If sleeping with you tonight is all it takes to set me free, let’s just get it over with.”
Linsey’s words made Collin freeze, his face darkening as he asked, “Do you even understand what you’re saying?”
Linsey nodded. “I understand perfectly.”
She would rather give herself to Collin than to Felix.
That thought propelled her forward; she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
Shock registered in Collin’s eyes as their mouths met. His grip on his cup faltered, sending it clattering to the floor with a sharp ring. Despite the awkward start, Linsey continued, her kiss growing bolder as she nudged his lips apart.
A rush of heat surged through Collin at her touch. In an instant, he reversed their roles, his hand weaving into her hair as he claimed her mouth with urgent hunger, as if he couldn’t get enough.
The air pulsed with the desperate sounds of their kiss. Lost to reason, the pair crashed together onto the bed, tangled in sheets and each other.
Skin against skin, their bodies slick with heat, every inch pressed close in a feverish dance of longing.
Guided by her own desire, Linsey drew Collin’s hands to her blouse, urging him to unfasten each button, surrendering to whatever would come next.