The kiss was a fleeting moment, a brief spark that ended as Eleanor pulled back abruptly.
But Asher wasn't about to let her go that easily. He gripped the back of her neck, gently but firmly guiding her back towards him as he tilted his head up to follow her retreat.
Their lips met again in a passionate tangle, leaving Eleanor feeling completely weak, drained of strength.
Her arms, which Asher had guided around his neck, now hung limply.
With a subtle veil over the emotions in his eyes, Asher said in a husky voice, "That was a decent response. Alright, you may leave now."
Eleanor murmured her assent and stood up to smooth out the wrinkles in her clothes.
As an afterthought, she turned back and asked, "Mr. Anderson, have I eased your anger, perhaps?"
At her words, Asher paused, looki
