Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 642

If Blossom had any inkling of the reservations she'd feel today, she certainly wouldn't have extended such a warm invitation to Keith to come over to her place.

But having worked alongside Keith for two years, his good qualities were practically etched into her mind. The sudden suggestion that Keith might be problematic was hard for her to swallow.

After all, there wasn't a shred of evidence to suggest anything was amiss with Keith!

Elysia was still mulling over how to broach the subject when her phone suddenly rang.

It was him.

Her heart raced as she steadied herself before answering, "Hello?"

"Come down!"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm waiting for you downstairs!"

Tarquin hung up immediately after his brief command.

Elysia was puzzled by his tone, wondering what she could have possibly done to upset him this time.

After a moment's hesitation, she untied her apron and stepped outside.

Tarquin's car was parked right in front of the building. Elysia saw it the moment she exited the lobby.

She wrapped her coat tighter around herself and briskly walked over, about to knock on the window when the back door swung open.

The blast of warm air was welcoming.

Tarquin, looking effortlessly cool in a thin black shirt with his legs casually crossed, gave her a look that said, "Get in!"

His appearance was undeniably attractive, causing Elysia's heart to skip a beat.

Lately, she found herself increasingly drawn to his looks and physique.

Caught up in her crush yet irked by his commanding tone, she retorted, "Spit it out. I've got dishes to wash back home!"

Tarquin watched her with a tight-lipped smile, his presence dominating, "Get in!"

"I won't! I'm not your secretary to be summoned at will. If there's nothing important, I'm leaving!"

It was as if he wanted to devour her whole!

Elysia found herself without the strength to fight back, her mind going blank and her body going limp.

The kiss lasted so long that Elysia's tongue began to numb, and she nearly passed out before he finally let her go, reluctant to break the connection.

Now, Elysia lay in his arms, weak and docile like a tame lamb.

Tarquin finally felt the knot in his throat ease.

Ever since he found out Keith had lunch with Elysia and the kids, he'd been bothered.

A lump had been stuck in his throat, neither coming up nor going down.

Now, at last, it had cleared.

Tarquin didn't speak immediately, allowing her a moment to rest. He wrapped one arm around her, picking up his phone with the other to answer a call.

His phone had been ringing off the hook, Lowell had been calling non-stop.