Chapter 1221

Claire took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I should go say goodbye to them.”

After all, they were her colleagues.

Wilbur thought of the room full of men staring at her and instantly changed his mind. “I’ll have my assistant handle it.”

He needed to keep his guard up with this woman; the incident with the male escort had taught him that much.

“Wait, what about me?”

“You’re coming with me.” Without giving her a chance to argue, he grabbed her hand and led her out the door.

“My bag is still inside.”

“My assistant will grab it.”

Just like that, Wilbur practically dragged Claire to his waiting car.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. Oh, it was Miss Chase. That explained it.

Once the assistant delivered Claire’s bag, the driver pulled away from the curb.

The car glided smoothly down the empty streets.

In the backseat, the atmosphere was suffocatingly thick.

Stripped of the dark bar’s cover, Claire suddenly felt hyper-aware of everything.

Wilbur wasn’t faring much better.

He had ditched his jacket, wearing only a dark charcoal button-down.

The fabric over his chest was completely wrinkled.

A direct result of her tightly gripping his shirt earlier.

She couldn’t help it. She had been too nervous.

Claire picked at her fingernails, resting her hands on her knees as she tried to untangle the chaotic mess in her head.

She knew Wilbur had a wild reputation, but she never expected him to take things this far.

No wonder he always warned her he wasn’t a good man.

It felt like the drive was taking an eternity.

When they finally arrived at her hotel, her fingers barely brushed the door handle before Wilbur broke the heavy silence. “Want some cake?”

Claire blinked in confusion. “What?”

“That dessert shop you like released a new flavor. My driver just picked it up. It’s in the trunk.”

“…Sure.”

They stepped out of the car one after the other.

Wilbur retrieved the box from the

trunk an

followed her into the bot

lobby, where they found a quis.!!!!!

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The cake looked incredible.

Claire had been drinking all night on an empty stomach, and the sight of the dessert finally sparked her appetite.

But a glaring issue quickly presented itself.

When Wilbur bought it, he hadn’t planned on running into her, so there was only one silver fork.

“You go ahead,” Wilbur offered, noticing the problem at the same time.

Claire didn’t argue. She took the fork, scooped up a corner of the frosting, and brought it to her lips.

The sweetness was perfect, the rich vanilla melting on her tongue.

She glanced up, about to say something, only to freeze under Wilbur’s dark, predatory gaze.

“Is it good?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave, sounding like he was asking about something else entirely.

“Yeah, do you want…” Before she could finish the sentence, his hand clamped gently over her wrist.

Wilbur leaned across the table, his palm completely engulfing the hand that held the fork.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he guided her hand, bringing the fork directly to his own mouth.

The silver was cool, but his lips were

scorching hot just a fraction of an inch h from her fingertips. He took bite without breaking eye contact. NovelPeak.org

He didn’t pull away immediately. His tongue casually grazed the tip of the fork.

Then brushed dangerously close to her skin. He swallowed, his gaze locked on hers as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“It really is.”

The way he looked at her made it painfully clear he wasn’t rating the dessert.

Claire ducked her head, a furious blush rushing straight to her ears.

She stared at the bite mark he had left on the cake, her brain completely short- circuiting.

Did he really just eat off her fork?

Wasn’t that an indirect kiss?

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she mentally slapped herself.

They had been kissing so deeply in that private room earlier that she had practically left teeth marks on

his lip Freaking out over a shared. piece of silverware now felt completely ridiculous.

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Still, her cheeks burned hotter. Her fingers curled inward, gripping the silver handle

so tightly it almost bent.

Wilbur felt incredibly dangerous tonight.