Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1270

The implication in his tone was crystal clear.

He wasn't asking if she simply missed his company. It was a filthy, blatant proposition.

Normally, Claire was thick-skinned enough to handle a joke. But against this kind of calculated seduction, her defenses crumbled. Her face flushed a brilliant shade of crimson.

She could literally feel the heat radiating off her cheeks, followed by a restless, pooling warmth in her core. Her entire body felt like it was catching fire.

She didn't even realize her breathing had turned shallow and uneven.

But Wilbur heard it.

And the realization sent a wicked thrill straight through him.

"Admit it, baby. You miss me too. Don't you?"

Even though they were separated by thousands of miles, she felt completely enveloped by him. It felt as if they were the only two people left on earth.

Drowning. Swaying. Completely overwhelmed.

Her brain felt like mush, entirely incapable of forming a coherent thought.

On the screen, Wilbur's expression shifted into something tight and agonizingly restrained. He tipped his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly.

A low, guttural groan tore from the back of his throat, followed by heavy, ragged pants. The sound was so intensely intimate it sent shockwaves straight to her core.

Claire's mind completely short-circuited.

Panicking, she slammed the end call button without even uttering a goodbye.

She lunged for the glass of ice water on the table and chugged the entire thing, desperate to douse the fire raging inside her.

She felt like she was losing her mind.

She didn't even dare look at the texts Wilbur sent afterward.

On his end, Wilbur knew she wouldn't reply.

After firing off a few teasing messages, he leaned back in his leather chair, waiting a few excruciating minutes for his body to calm down before finally standing up and heading to the executive washroom.

His board meeting was inexplicably pushed back by an hour.

No reason was given. None of the executives dared to ask.

By the time he finished his meetings, it was past nine. He had blitzed through an entire day's worth of work in a matter of hours.

Gideon immediately caught on. As soon as the final meeting adjourned, he stepped up. "Boss, should I alter the flight plan?"

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