The heavy double doors of the briefing room hadn't even fully clicked shut behind them before Ethan released her.
The abrupt withdrawal of his warmth felt like a physical slap. Elena stumbled slightly, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor of the private hallway. Her lips were still burning, tingling from the intense pressure of his mouth, and her lungs desperately scrambled for air.
Behind the glass doors, the muffled roar of the press corps sounded like a cage of wild animals, their cameras still clicking furiously away.
"Great work, both of you," Victoria said, rushing up to them while frantically tapping on her tablet. "The live-stream metrics are skyrocketing. The narrative is completely under control. Wall Street is buying it hook, line, and sinker."
"Clear
