Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 302

Chris pushed open a door at the very end of the hallway. On the other side was a small courtyard garden, connecting to the boss’s office.

The garden’s style was as modern and chic as the lobby outside—every tree and every little detail carefully designed, giving it a distinctive, almost artistic vibe.

It was almost like Chris himself: living two totally different lives that didn’t seem to fit together at all.

Chris was in a hurry, so he didn’t even notice Sylvia quietly slipping in behind him.

Sylvia ducked into the courtyard, hiding behind a decorative rock feature, only daring to peek out when she felt safe.

Bridget was already there, waiting under one of the trees.

Chris strode toward her, reaching for her hand, but Bridget swatted him away and dodged his touch.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be busy feeding your little side chick?”

Bridget spun around to leave, but Chris caught her around the waist, pulled her close, and kissed her hard, not caring who might see.

“Mmm—”

Bridget struggled for a second, but when she felt his chest, all those hard muscles, she just melted against him.

Her hand slid up to his body, almost involuntarily.

Chris chuckled, low and teasing. “Jealous, huh? Relax, Fanny means nothing to me. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t give her the time of day.”

Bridget poked his chest, trying to sound haughty but unable to hide her playful irritation. “And who do you think you are? Why would I be jealous over you?”

Chris grinned, grabbing her hand and kissing her fingers. “Who else could handle your high standards? Rupert? He won’t even touch you—how’s that supposed to satisfy you?”

He kissed her again, and this time Bridget didn’t resist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair.

“Chris… I’m not sure my body can handle this right now…” she whispered breathily.

Chris’s eyes were practically glowing. “Bridget, I can’t help myself. We don’t have to go all the way—there are other ways.”

They started kissing, losing themselves in each other, stumbling into the office as they tugged at each other’s clothes.