He approached her step by step, coming closer and closer.
Yvonne Young's face turned red and her heart raced, feeling like it was about to burst out of her chest.
Her steps kept retreating until she reached the sofa. She sat down, giving Spencer Sullivan a perfect opportunity to lean in, his strong masculine scent overwhelming her.
Just as their lips were about to touch, Yvonne pushed against Spencer's chest, "Isn't this the outfit you wore out this morning?"
Her shyness delighted Spencer, who couldn't help but tease, "I didn't expect you to be so shy. Aren't you quite open sometimes?"
His voice rose at the end of the sentence, like a cello making a sudden shift in pitch, coupled with a slight raise of his eyebrow, irresistibly charming.
Yvonne involuntarily swallowed, "You should get going; your nephew is still waiting for you."
At her reminder, Spencer finally remembered his work, feeling disappointed.
