Chapter 198: What Made Him A Successful Businessman
The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden hue and hitting Lyse. Ahe stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. She stretched, a small groan escaping her lips, and then froze as she felt the ache in her body parts.
Levi lay beside her, his arm draped possessively across her waist, his handsome face relaxed in sleep. A wave of warmth spread through her as she remembered the events of the previous night, the intimate dinner, the dance, the proposal, how he had carried her inside and... everything that had followed. A blush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks as vivid images flashed through her mind.
She had never felt so...uninhibited, so free. Levi had awakened a part of her she had not known existed and everytime he awed her with how he made her go crazy. As much as she wanted to lay back and enjoy the feeling of Levi’s body against hers, she knew she had to put a move on.
She tried to subtly slip out of his grasp, mindful not to wake him up. She had a competition to prepare for, another crucial day that could make or break her career and she needed to have full concentration to deal with Brooke and whatever evil plan she would come up with. But as she moved, Levi’s grip suddenly tightened, pulling her back against his side.
"Mmm," he murmured into her hair, his voice still thick with sleep. "Where do you think you are sneaking off to?"
Lyse chuckled softly. "I have to get up," she whispered. "I have a competition to win today, remember?"
Levi opened his eyes and turned her to look at him, a playful glint dancing within them. He pulled her closer, his lips brushing against hers. "The competition can wait," he murmured, his voice husky. "I have a much more important matter to discuss with you, Mrs Van Doren."
He started to kiss her, his touch gentle at first, then growing more insistent. Lyse’s breath hitched, her resolve weakening. She knew that she had to get up, she knew she had to prepare, but Levi’s touch was so intoxicating, his kisses like a drug she could not, did not want to resist.
For a moment she wished the competition was not holding, then she snapped out of it.