The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 366

Sebastian strode toward the elevator. "You're very light, it's fine," he said, glancing at Franklin Finch who was walking beside them.

Having worked together for years, Franklin instantly understood the look. The boss wanted him to handle the situation and keep it quiet.

The boss always kept a low profile and rarely appeared in public. Though his reputation was legendary, very few people had actually met him. The only people who knew his identity tonight were the restaurant owner and the client he was dining with.

Embarrassed, Riley buried her face against Sebastian's chest.

Once they were in the elevator, there was no one else around. Riley squirmed slightly. "You can put me down now. I can walk on my own."

"Stop moving. Be good."

His deep voice was laced with a coaxing, almost pampering gentleness. Riley froze for a moment. Was this really the cold, distant Sebastian she knew?

She looked up, studying him quietly. His sharp jawline, his impeccably structured features—he looked like a masterpiece sculpted by God Himself. They hadn't seen each other in three days, though they had been in contact every day through calls or texts.

But she had always felt like something was missing. Seeing his face now, Riley finally realized it wasn't that something was missing—it was just that she missed him.

Sensing her gaze, Sebastian looked down. "What is it? Are you feeling sick from the alcohol?"

She was uncomfortable. In the past, she would occasionally sip wine or champagne while accompanying Pierce to events, so she had a small tolerance. But she had never touched hard liquor before. She had downed it so quickly that her stomach was burning fiercely, and her head was spinning.

But right now, looking at Sebastian, all of that seemed to melt away.

"Sebastian," she murmured.

His eyes flickered. This was the second time she had used his actual name. He loved it when she used his real name instead of just calling him 'Mr. St. John.' "Hmm?"

Riley gazed deeply into his eyes. "I missed you."

Sebastian's breath hitched, and his arms instinctively tightened around her.

Their eyes locked, their gazes hopelessly tangled together.

The elevator soon reached the underground parking garage.

Sebastian carried her out of the elevator and strode purposefully toward the car. "Hold on tight."

Riley guessed he was planning to open the door one-handed. "Let me down."

"Hold on tight."

His deep voice left absolutely no room for argument.

He was a bit domineering, but the masculine energy he was exuding was off the charts.

Riley obediently wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.

Holding her securely with one arm, Sebastian yanked the car door open and climbed into the backseat with her.

Inside the car, the noise startled Riley back to reality. She shoved Sebastian away, her face burning so fiercely it felt like it might start dripping blood. She frantically tried to fix her messy hair. "What do we do? We got caught!"

Sebastian looked completely unbothered. He reached out and gently wiped a glistening trail of moisture from her lips. "Franklin already knows about us."

Was that what she meant?!

She meant that getting caught making out was humiliating and shameful!

Right now, she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. She wished she could just disappear.

She lightly punched his chest. "This is all your fault."

Sebastian grabbed her hand. "Yes, it's my fault."

He took the blame so readily that Riley felt bad. It wasn't entirely his fault; he had initiated the kiss, but she hadn't pushed him away. In fact, she had responded enthusiastically. It took two to tango.

She suddenly felt like she was being unreasonable.

Whatever. Let her be unreasonable. The alcohol must be getting to her. She was incredibly dizzy, seeing double, and her stomach was churning uncomfortably. Deciding to just give in, she slumped against Sebastian's chest. "I want to go home."

"Okay." Sebastian held her close and rolled down the window, calling out to Franklin who was standing nearby. "Get in."

Franklin climbed in, started the car, and pulled out of the garage. He glanced at Sebastian in the rearview mirror. "Where to?"