The door creaked open, and the tall, sensual figure of Céleste slunk into the small, dark office. However, when her eyes spotted two figures kissing in the dark, she gasped.
“Putain!” she cursed in French, jumping back in surprise.
Noah broke his lips free from Naima’s mouth, feigning shock. Naima, on the other hand, was genuinely astonished.
“What are you two doing in here?” Céleste demanded, her eyes narrowing dangerously at the two of them.
“Sorry, er, we thought we’d have a bit of privacy in here, with Professor Van der Linden out for the weekend,” Noah said quickly.
“You sure moved on fast from Mina,” Céleste smirked. She seemed satisfied with their lie. “I don’t blame you.”
“Wait, what are you doing here?” Naima demanded, stepping back from Noah as she caught her breath.
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