Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 363

Eloise froze in shock.

She quickly logged onto the campus network, and there, the image of Harvey kissing her was dominating the homepage.

It was Eloise's first kiss. The impact on her was immense.

After a moment of stunned silence, she flung back the covers and dashed out of her room. The guy from last night was still at her place. The living room was eerily quiet.

Michelle had returned from the grocery store and was busy making breakfast burritos. Hearing Eloise's footsteps, she called out, "Lou, breakfast is on the table. Eat up and get to school."

Eloise stood in the kitchen doorway. She ran her fingers through her disheveled auburn hair and said softly, "Michelle, the guy from last night isn't my boyfriend."

Michelle clearly didn't buy her story. If he wasn't her boyfriend, how did he end up at their place? How had he even played chess with Angus until one in the morning?

Eloise couldn't explain. She quickly finished washing up, grabbed breakfast, and headed downstairs, Michelle's resigned sigh following her. "He seemed like such a nice young man. Much better than that Velona family boy."

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Eloise asked Veronica to dig up some info, and soon enough, she had the address for Harvey's law firm.

9:30 AM. Prestige Legal Advisors.

Though only a year old, the firm was already prominent, occupying the entire 12th floor of a 22-story building. The receptionist greeted her with a professional smile. "How may I help you, miss?"

Eloise bit her lip. "I need to see Attorney Horigan."

The receptionist dialed an extension. "Denise? There's a young lady here to see Attorney Horigan... Is he available?"

After a moment, the receptionist looked at Eloise with heightened regard, covering the receiver. "Are you Ms. Laurent? Attorney Horigan is available. I'll show you to his office."

Eloise was puzzled. The receptionist led her through the halls with practiced ease.

The 12th floor was home to just one large office and a small conference room. Harvey stood by his office window, gazing down at the cityscape. Denise, his assistant, approached with a light step. "Attorney Horigan, Ms. Laurent will be here shortly."

Without turning around, Harvey ordered softly, "Prepare a Millstone coffee and some snacks."

Denise paused, a hint of surprise showing on her face. It seemed Ms. Laurent was someone special to her boss. She excused herself without prying further.

Once alone, Harvey pulled the blinds shut. The room darkened. His expression was unreadable.

The thought of meeting the 20-year-old Eloise was thrilling, but his dream was burdened with memories. He knew the real Eloise lay in a hospital bed, comatose, carrying their third child.

He had to bring Eloise back. He had to make her his before Max.

As Harvey was lost in thought, the office door opened. Denise ushered in Eloise before setting down the refreshments with a gentle smile. "Ms. Laurent, please take your time."

After Denise left, the heavy door closed with a soft click.

Eloise had prepared a barrage of questions, ready to confront Harvey fiercely, but as she entered the dimly lit office, her confidence waned. Perhaps it was the subdued lighting, or maybe it was the man before her, dressed in a classic black and white suit, exuding sophistication and regarding her with piercing dark eyes.

Her knees felt weak.

Harvey seated himself first. Even though the young woman before him was his beloved wife, and despite their intimate history, he knew he couldn't frighten her. He had to take it slow, to gradually make her his own. He opened the newspaper in front of him, seeming distracted as he spoke, "Are you here about our little scandal?"

Eloise's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Scandal? Who says we’re involved in a scandal?"

Harvey looked up, a light smile playing on his lips. "Quite the temper. You remind me of Linda."

Eloise frowned. Who was Linda?

Harvey gestured for her to sit, his tone softening. "Here's your coffee. But you know, you really should cut back on caffeine. Milk is better for a young woman."

Eloise refused to sit. She wasn't naive. His concerned facade couldn't mask his true intentions – he was no good. Otherwise, why would he have stolen that kiss?

Her reaction made Harvey chuckle. His gaze turned tender as he teased, "You came here to confront me, right? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Eloise mustered her courage and retorted, "Why did you kiss me?"

"Because I wanted to," he replied simply.

Eloise was at a loss for words. Outclassed and outmaneuvered, she knew someone of his standing could ruin her in an instant, not just her but perhaps even her family.

Tears brimmed in her eyes. She turned away, muttering defiantly, "I was only trying to be helpful. And you repay me like this."

Harvey stood up, closing the distance between them.

Eloise tensed, unsure of his intentions. He stepped behind her, his presence almost tangible. He whispered near her ear, "How is kissing you an act of betrayal? Am I that unattractive, or do I pale in comparison to others?"

Eloise tried to escape, but he wouldn't let her. His hands found her waist, preventing her from retreating.

At 35, Harvey knew women, especially Eloise. He leaned in, his breath warm on her ear. His voice was filled with temptation. "And I'm not what you think. I’m not someone who plays games. My family wouldn't stand for me spreading scandals."

Eloise stammered, "What do you want?"

A faint smile graced Harvey's lips. "I won't clear up our supposed relationship. In fact, I'll solidify it."

Eloise's face turned crimson. "We hardly even know each other."

Harvey knew she had a soft spot for him; otherwise, no girl would let a man get so close. But her fondness was superficial, based solely on his good looks.

Eloise had always been a bit of a sucker for handsome faces, though she'd never admit it. He released her. "Aren't we getting to know each other now?"

His eyes twinkled with amusement as Eloise felt a warmth spread through her. She was at a loss, and it took her a moment to remember her original purpose. She whispered, "I already like someone else. What you're doing isn't right."

Her protest was as fierce as a kitten's paw swipe. Harvey found her utterly endearing. "You're quite forgiving with me."

Eloise was on edge, and her eyes were welling up with tears that refused to fall. Harvey's expression softened just a fraction before he saw her push against him and bolt for the door.

With a swift turn, Harvey caught her delicate wrist, pulling her back, and then he gently lifted her, placing her on the expansive desk. He stood between her legs, an embarrassingly intimate posture.

Eloise was mortified, and Harvey, devoid of any shame, let his hand glide up her slender thigh. His voice was now husky. "Didn't I tell you last night to stop wearing those ridiculously short skirts?"

His touch seemed to electrify her, and Eloise was scared. She wanted to scream for help but couldn't bear the thought of public humiliation, and she was on the verge of tears once again.

"Don't cry," Harvey ordered, holding her head gently, forcing her to look up at him as he studied her youthful, fresh-faced countenance.