"I do, but not in a compromising position. We're at your office, and you have a reputation to uphold. This can happen at home," she murmured, gently pulling him away.
Gabriel raised his brow, casting her a curious glance.
"At home? So you'll let me love you at home. In that case, who is it, yours or mine, because I don't mind taking you to my house?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
Eveline slapped his arm and overheard him laughing. "What? You agreed to do it at home," he murmured, and she pushed himself away before getting down from the table.
"We'll see," she replied, turning to face him.
"You can not go back on your words, Eve. I need confirmation," he said, and she rolled her eyes at him.
"Why are you being so pushy?" She whined, and he quickly drew her by the waist until their chests met.
"Because of your lack of clarity. Yes or no?" With serious eyes, he asked.
