Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 160

As the evening's event wound down, Clara seized the moment, positioning herself right behind Dylan. “Mr. Dylan, I’ve got something I need to ask you.”

The business partners had just finished their polite goodbyes and said they’d wait outside. Aiden wasn't too happy about it, but he played along, leaving just Clara and Dylan in the room.

Clara couldn't hold it in any longer. “Mr. Dylan, if I’ve ever done anything to upset you before, please don’t take it to heart. My dad always says you’re as forgiving as a saint, and I was probably just really childish back then.”

Dylan silently spun the glass in his hand. Clara quickly filled up two glasses with wine. “I’ll take this as an apology.”

The gossip she'd heard had her all jittery. If she really had crossed Dylan in the past, he must’ve had legendary patience for not having reacted.

She knocked back a glass, then another, and another. Dylan glanced at the bottle, noting the high alcohol content meant for mixing. Even the heaviest drinkers would feel the impact after three shots.

Clara felt the burn in her belly after those drinks. The first one had already hit hard, but she couldn't back out now. Setting the glass down, a wave of heat rushed through her. She leaned on the table, shaking her head to stay clear-headed.

She leaned too hard, the table shifted, and she stumbled toward Dylan. Dylan tried to catch her, but she grabbed the tablecloth. To avoid the mess, his wheelchair rolled back, and he caught her in his arms.

Clara felt the room spin. The next thing she knew, the wheelchair tipped, and she ended up sitting on Dylan’s lap. Dylan, looking sharp in his suit, now had his shirt partly undone, revealing his collarbone. Clara felt a chill and instantly sobered up.

Just as she was about to get up, the door swung open. The people outside, worried by the noise, peeked in. The business partners and Aiden stood at the doorway, taking in the scene. Dishes were on the floor, the wheelchair flipped, and Clara was seemingly straddling Dylan.

Dylan frowned, clearly uncomfortable. The partners were stunned for a moment, then hurried over. Everyone had had a bit to drink, so they spoke freely. “Ms. Clara, that’s not right. You can’t be so rough!”

“Yeah, you just said you wouldn’t hurt Mr. Dylan. At this rate, you’ll be all over him soon.”