Priscilla’s POV
A breath, a dizzying rush, his hands at my nape… and suddenly, a sharp knock. Three raps struck the door.
I froze. So did he. Our bodies remained entangled, our breathing too loud, too ragged.
“Mr. Lewis,” a calm voice called. “They’re waiting for your signature.”
The outside world forced its way in. I stiffened in his arms, then pulled away abruptly. My fingers shook as I fastened my blouse with frantic precision, each movement mechanical, as if I could erase what had just happened.
I drew a deep breath, straightened my shoulders, and spoke coldly.
“Open the door, Mathieu. Before anyone suspects.”
He stood motionless, unwilling to let go, his breath searing against my skin.
“We can’t go on like this, Prisci…”
I closed my eyes briefly, exhaled, then answered with s
