Chapter 43: A Weekend Outing
(Eliza's POV)
I scrambled away from Garrett as quickly as I could, snatching the Moonblood Supply Contract from where it had fallen. My heart hammered against my ribs as I put distance between us, trying to ignore the lingering warmth of his lips against mine.
"You dirty p*****t!" I spat, glaring at him as I smoothed my rumpled clothes.
To my fury, Garrett seemed completely unfazed by my insult. If anything, a dark amusement flickered in his amber eyes as he lounged back on the sofa, watching me with predatory intensity.
"Since you already think that, Dr. Rivers," he replied with infuriating casualness, "I might as well live up to the reputation." His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "Besides, this is hardly anything compared to what we could do..."
