Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 29

The plates were just beside her, and towering above was a man of statuesque stature.

His body exuded a warmth that seemed to scorch her smooth skin.

Especially when he leaned down, bringing his handsome lips close to her ear. His cheek brushed against her hair, hovering just an inch from her lips, neither advancing nor retreating. He simply hooked his lips and breathed.

Was this man flirting with her? Whitney felt like she was running out of breath, her face blushing furiously as she clutched his chiseled arm, her heartbeat erratic.

"What's the matter?" He noticed her rising temperature and arched an eyebrow playfully, "Soft?"

Whitney felt like a little cotton ball.

He looked triumphant, his eyes revealing his pride.

Biting her lip, embarrassed by his teasing, Whitney refused to be outdone. She straightened her back, deliberately draping her hands around his neck.

Mimicking his movements, she leaned toward the man’s chiseled jaw, her lips brushing past his Adam's apple.

But as she drew near, she did not kiss him, maintaining a tantalizing distance.

Their breathing grew heavier, and she heard his breathing deepen into a husky timbre.

Whitney curved her red lips, her eyes provocatively challenging him, "So, Sir, are you feeling a bit breathless?"

Suddenly, he seized her chin with his large hand, his gaze burning, breath heavy. His chest heaved with a dangerous edge. "Quite the quick learner! Well, I won't hold back then."

The next moment, he took control of her chin and brought his lips down to hers.

Whitney's mind went blank, struggling frantically.

He smirked, rolling his lips over hers, not letting her escape.

It seemed like an eternity before he finally released her. Now, his eyes were tinged with red, staring at her flushed face for a moment before he turned irritably and dashed upstairs.

Soon after, Whitney heard the sound of running water in the bedroom.

Stunned, she realized that he had taken the time to set her down before he went upstairs.

Whitney covered her crimson face, her head spinning...

Were they not just practicing? How had it turned into a kiss? She hurriedly began to clear the tableware, trying to calm herself, but her heartbeat was still skipping beats, the air thick with innuendo. And then she wondered, why had he taken a shower?

Could it be...

Her face flushed even redder.

Whitney did not sleep well that night, her mind replaying that kiss. The man had kissed her twice before, and both times, she had been too busy resisting. But tonight, in addition to resistance, there seemed to be a bit of confusion.

Was this man's flirting game a bit too strong?

Whitney burrowed under her covers, thanking her lucky stars he had not entered her bedroom that night.

...

The next day, Whitney woke up with heavy eye bags.

She ran into the man, who was already dressed in a shirt, reaching for his tie. He glanced at her with an air of noble indifference. He seemed to have slept just fine.

Whitney glared at him but was caught in the act. He curved his lips and said, "What do we have here? A little panda? Didn't sleep well?"

"Mind your own business," Whitney snapped back.

He did not seem to care, tossing his tie into her hands and standing tall before her, "Hanging around to tie my tie, Madam?"

Speechless, Whitney wondered, “Has he gone blind at such a young age?”

Her eyes widened as she walked over to him. His towering height required her to stand on tiptoes, and she looped the tie around his neck, knotting it tightly, her voice soft. "Like this, Sir. Is this to your satisfaction?"

He glanced down at the knot, effortlessly untied it, and headed downstairs, muttering, "I have to travel for work. I'll deal with you when I get back."

Taryn, who was nearby, blushed at the sight, and Whitney's face turned even redder as she ducked back into her bedroom.

Taryn called out to her, inviting her down for breakfast, but she refused to come.