Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 6

The assistant beside the man was startled by what unfolded before his eyes.

He hurried forward, meaning to pull Gwyneth away, but a single look from his boss stopped him in his tracks.

Hugo was frozen, staring at Bennett in disbelief.

What was up with Mr. Boyd today?

He’d never seen any woman get so close to him—close enough that her lips hovered just a whisper from his throat.

Gwyneth, emboldened by the alcohol, stared up at his sharply handsome features. With a sudden burst of courage, she grabbed his tie and yanked him closer. Their faces were mere inches apart as her hazy gaze met his.

“What’s your name? How much would it cost to spend the night with you?”

Bennett looked at her pale, delicate face, her cheeks flushed and inviting. His eyes lingered on the beauty mark just below her eye.

It was her.

The usual chill in Bennett’s gaze darkened, shadowed by something he couldn’t shake. His grip on her tightened, his breath growing uneven.

“No charge. But you’ll need a marriage license.”

Gwyneth hooked her arms around his neck, her mind growing fuzzier by the second. She caught his words, and a sly smile curved her lips. “Now you’re talking. I like that.”

Well, that’s the second thing on her list, about to be checked off.

Bennett’s eyes—intense, predatory—dropped to her red lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and the hand already wrapped around her waist slid lower, settling on the small of her back.

In the next moment, he swept her up into his arms, his deep voice full of command. “Consider this the wedding toast—just a little early.”

Gwyneth barely heard him, lost in the dizzying sense of being lifted. Instinctively, she clung to his neck and, tilting her head back, caught sight of his throat.

That pronounced Adam’s apple—so sexy.

She couldn’t help herself; her hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly over it.

She licked her lips, then bent forward and bit down, gently but with intent.

A low, muffled sound escaped him, and his grip on her waist tightened sharply.

A rush of indescribable thrill swept through her. She only knew the warmth of his lips as they found hers, soft at first.

She closed her eyes, responding with innocent awkwardness.

But in an instant, the kiss shifted—from tentative and fleeting to fierce, burning with passion that seemed to ignite every inch of her skin…

At the very least, she hoped he was a decent human being.

Maybe she should test him out?

She remembered those clichéd romance novels, where the male lead tries to humiliate the heroine with money.

Why not see how he’d react?

With that, she put on her coat and emptied her wallet—all told, about three thousand dollars.

She was just about to leave the money on the bedside table when—

The bathroom door opened.

Gwyneth’s heart leapt into her throat. She turned, nerves jangling, and the moment she saw who stepped out, she went rigid, eyes wide with disbelief.

“B-B-Bennett?”

The cash in her hand suddenly felt scorching hot.

And just like that, whatever hope she’d had was snuffed out.