Bab 147: 147- MSin For Miles Sinclair?

"Rafael! Put me down!"

He did but also pinned her against the wall, "Put you down? Huh. Last night you were very much interested in…" She didn't let him finish and placed her palm on her mouth.

"No! Stop!" she could see his eyes dancing in mischief. 

"Last night…" he spoke again but she pressed her palm more into his mouth.

"Shut up! Another word from you and I won't eat this breakfast. Moreover, I'll tell everyone in the office what a horrible chef you are."

The threat seemed to work because his eyes went wide with shock, "Seriously?"

"Yeah seriously," she nodded, and he could see laughter in her eyes too.

He nodded in agreement and raised his hands to show her, that he not only gave up but also accepted her conditions.

She showed him a thumbs-up sign and removed her hand from his mouth.

He wasn't speaking anything, but she was still pinned between the wall and his hard body.