The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 297

Zane was a master at giving comfort.

His logic was simple: anything that benefited him was inherently right, and anything that stood in his way meant everyone else was flawed.

He squeezed her waist affectionately, leaning down to steal another quick kiss before looking back up at her. "Have you had enough philosophical therapy for one night? If so, we have other business to attend to."

Who was Zane Whitaker, after all?

He was a man capable of single-handedly dominating a boardroom full of seasoned executives, a man who had successfully convinced his board of directors to inject massive capital into Vance Properties.

After his little pep talk, Elara was feeling infinitely better.

She had to admit, a titan like him truly had an impenetrable mindset.

She hooked her arms around his neck. "Are you planning on feeding me another kind of therapy now?"

Zane flashed a wicked smile. "I told you, tonight I am completely at your service."

To Elara, "service" just meant he was going to focus on foreplay, but judging by the intensity in Zane's gaze, he had something entirely different in mind.

He shifted to his knees and loosened his tie, holding her gaze as he spoke with deliberate slowness. "My role tonight isn't the client. Tonight, I'm the escort you hired from Madison Avenue."

He ripped his tie off entirely and tossed it onto the floor. "We're going to finish what we started that night."

Finish what they started?

Elara didn't quite process it at first.

Didn't that just mean going all the way?

But they had already slept together countless times since then.

It didn't click until Zane lowered his head and kissed her straight through the sheer fabric of her lingerie.

Elara gasped, scrambling backward in shock.

"No!"

Zane simply looked up at her, his eyes dark with intent. "Do you want to lean back against the sofa and watch?"

A brilliant flush consumed Elara's face. "No... please..."

"Did you use the restroom after your shower?"

Desperate to escape, she lied. "Yes."

He laughed softly, completely unfazed by the panic dancing in her eyes. "It doesn't matter."

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