Chapter 1197
Chapter 1197:
“Yes, Miss Hewitt. Our apologies.” The receptionists exchanged guilty looks, their jobs suddenly feeling precarious.
Annabel took the elevator to the top floor and went straight to the CEO’s office. She knocked on the door.
“Enter,” a frosty voice replied.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Rupert sat behind his desk, his attention fixed on the computer screen. He wore a tailored gray suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and lean, powerful frame, his features sharp and striking.
Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling window, bathing him in a warm, golden glow that made him look even more dazzling. Looking at the man whose beauty could steal her breath, Annabel found herself momentarily lost in thought.
Rupert glanced up and caught her staring. A smile tugged at his lips as he teased, “Have you had your fill p>
“No.” She smiled back and walked toward him.
“What?” His eyebrows shot up, clearly caught off guard by her answer.
Annabel settled onto the sofa and lifted a brow. “My honey is a sight for sore eyes. I can’t get enough of you p>
Honey?
Rupert looked at Annabel, a smile spreading across his face. Then he stood and moved closer, sitting right beside her.
“What did you just call me?” he asked, wearing that charming smile.
Only then did Annabel realize what she had said.
What the hell?
How had she blurted that out without even noticing? She needed to get a hold of herself.
“Nothing,” Annabel murmured, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
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“Nothing?” Rupert let out a soft chuckle. “But I’m quite sure I heard you p>
He shot her a teasing look and leaned in to whisper by her ear. “I love it when you call me that. Say it again p>
“Oh my God. You’re impossible!” Annabel was mortified—and a little irritated.
But her shyness and irritation only seemed to excite the handsome CEO even more.
Before she could react, Rupert dipped down and captured her lips in a kiss. The familiar sweetness of her scent and taste flooded him, and he deepened it, growing intoxicated by her warmth.
Annabel breathed in Rupert’s distinctive, addictive masculine scent. As the kiss intensified, their tongues tangled, both refusing to yield, their breaths mixing in uneven, heated pulls.
Rupert’s hand slid to the hem of her dress and gradually moved upward.
Everywhere he touched, her skin burned—not with discomfort, but with a thrilling heat that sent a sweet shiver down her spine and through her entire body.
“Rupert… no…” Annabel breathed, as if trying to resist, though her body betrayed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.