"Am I?" His voice was innocence itself, but his hand slipped lower, settling more possessively at her hip.
"Mmhmm." She turned her head to look at him, finding his face closer than expected. "How am I supposed to evaluate talent when you're....."
He kissed her before she could finish the sentence.
It wasn't the public, shoulder-kiss from moments ago. This was deeper, slower, the kind of kiss that said we have time and I'm not letting go and you're the only thing that matters right now.
When they finally broke apart, Tang Fei's cheeks were flushed and her breathing unsteady.
"That was highly unprofessional, Mr. Huo," she said, trying to sound stern and failing completely.
"Sue me, Mrs. Huo," he replied, his lips quirking into that rare, genuine smile that transformed his usually severe features.
