Bella's arms were wrapped around Leo's neck as she sat on his lap, her forehead almost touching his. Their breaths mingled in the dimly lit room, and the warmth between them seemed to burn hotter with every passing second.

Leo's hands settled firmly on her waist as he fought to maintain what little self-control he had left. Even now, he could hardly believe this was happening.

Everything still feels like a dream he needs to wake up from because how can the same Bella who called him “pervert assistant” at any opportunity suddenly look at him with those intoxicating eyes.

“Are you really sure about paying me this way, Ms....