As Monique approached the door next to the bar counter, the temperature within the room plummeted. The chilly aura that was emanating from Henry was oppressive. Monique felt her breathing quicken.
She could not tell what the man was thinking. The hint of a smile on his face frightened her.
Henry watched as he was annoyed. It was because the woman tried to run away.
He cleared his throat.
There were steps between the kitchen and the living room. Startled by the noise, Monique’s legs trembled and she missed a step going down.
“Ah!” Her body toppled while her arms shot out to grab whatever she could find. Her hand found purchase on a muscular arm.
A flurry of movement got her straddling Henry’s thigh. Their position was no doubt scandalous.
Anxiety was written all over Monique’s face. ‘Please don’t let anything happen!’
They already did it a day ago. With his stamina, she dreaded what would happen.
Her legs trembled as she remembered his words from last night, “I’ll make sure you can’t leave the bed next time.”
She just recently started work and she already took more than a day of leave. If something happened later, she would have to call in sick again.
That was not acceptable. Monique lifted her head and met Henry’s eyes.
“How forward of you.” A mischievous grin was on his face.
It was clearly an accident on Monique’s part.
The bastard was acting as if he did not know.
He was obviously enjoying himself.
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