The Day I Kissed My Ruthless Billionaire CEO Boss

en thinking about what? Not just any stranger; kissing a total stranger is not advised.

hing to help her forget the sensation of his lips, strong yet surprisingly gentle, rubbing against hers. Not from the cold weat

huckling at her stupidity? At the idea, her stomach turned. Desperate, she had kissed him in a haphazard effort to get away from

t if he shared with someone? And what if he knew her? God, suppose he worked in her field? One

r, with her business card tucked in the pocket. Her eyes flashed open, and

ouldn't be any w

jumped with every quick step. Eyes ablaze with disobedience and mischief. And then that mouth. He opened a gentle smile on

s brilliant. Though vulnerable in the way her eyes expanded when their faces were close, too close, conf

e? Women arrived and disappeared in his lif

disobeyed him, challenged him silently, and

ly a

r jacket was orderly draped over the rear. Like her, soft grey, customized, prof

Director Victo

ictoria's. Like the woman who had left him startled and ye

as not your average woman-not any flighty socialite or frantic gold-digger. She was clever, successful

there tonight? Man, she was avoiding; who was that? And why had she chosen him as her getaway?

he exchange. Still, the proposal was ridiculous. She had ensured it the instant she

name bright and clear. His head whirled with opportunities, plans already develop

o know about Victoria Caldwell. And Asher W

ghten. He would track her. She would not

um contrasted sharply with the disorganized ideas racing through her head. Her lips still tingled from the care

living room. The city lights mocked her with their reckless brightness through the large windows. Her e

er with a mix of amusement and inquiry. Remembering how he had played along so naturally, his arm encircling her waist, dragging her close, Victoria's st

pulse. She was under control and reasonable. One look at him, though, had undermined all her defenses. His perfu

ld see him again. It was an episode of weakness, a stupid act of r

ed, slicing through her will. Her heart sped, and sh

ld not

ocate her. Her mind whirled as she visualized his haughtiness and arrogant laughter as he made th

e paid little attention. He was a stranger, a man who probably forgot about her once she turned out the door. But the recollection of his p

g. Why did she have such impulse? Why did she think later and always ac

n stayed blank, and the quiet just made her nervous. She ought to ask the restaurant to retain the jacket and phone

into fists. Should he find her, she would confront

ng buzz broke the quiet. She grabbed it and p

wn from Whitfie

ell. He had