Elena's POV
Dorian's lips burned against mine as he drew me closer, desperate and demanding.
For a heartbeat, I surrendered completely, kissing him back like my life depended on it. For that stolen moment, I let his touch consume me entirely.
Reality crashed back slowly—he had a wife, he was unfaithful.
I shoved him away, eyes wide, my palm flying to cover my mouth.
"Mr. Griffin..." The words tumbled out, trembling with both longing and horror.
Dorian retreated, his gaze heavy with remorse. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have..."
I turned away, scrubbing at my lips. Those few seconds of giving in to him still pulsed through my body, making me shiver.
"That was unprofessional," he murmured. "I apologize."
"It's fine, sir," I managed, still catching my breath, my face blazing.
Dorian shoved his hands into his pockets as quiet settled between us.
I should've seen this coming—from tracking me down at the hotel to chasing me to Minnie's place.
