Room for You
Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Elliot felt like he was in a trance as he watched Anastasia hold Jaredclose to her before settling the little boy down into bed.

Jared was probably so exhausted that the moment his head hit thepillow, he immediately wriggled to replace a comfortable position andslept...

Having tucked her son in, Anastasia turned and gestured for Elliot toleave the room quietly.

He did as he was told and took long strides to get out of the room withAnastasia in his wake. After closing the door behind her, she let out asmall sigh and said, “Thanks for tonight.”

“How will you thank me?” he asked, his voice low and magnetic as heeyed her curiously.

She frowned, and there was a bewildered look in her pretty eyes as shethought, How else can I thank him other than to literally say thank you?“Uh... I could buy you a meal or something if you'd like?” she guessed,unsure if that was what he had been angling for.

“Oh, there's no need for that,” he said dismissively.

She let out a breath of relief. Good, because I don't have the timeanyway.

Her phone vibrated just then, and they both turned to glance at thephone lying on the coffee table. Even from this distance, Elliot could seethe caller ID on the phone screen; it was a call from Nigel.

Anastasia went over to pick up the phone. The only private space shehad in the small apartment was her own bedroom, which was whereshe went in to take the call, though she left the door ajar.

“Hello, Nigel. What's up?”

“Anastasia, let me go and stay with you for the night!” Nigel offeredcheerily and relentlessly on the other line.

“Why would you do that? Don't you see how the weather is brutal outthere? You'll be soaked before you even get into the car!”

“But I'm really worried about you and Jared. You're both terrified ofthunderstorms.”

Anastasia felt her heart squeeze as she remembered that Elliot was stilllingering around the apartment. She hastily replied, “No, no, don'tcome over. Jared and I are about to call it a day anyway. Okay, that's all.Bye!”

With that, she hung up the phone and turned around, only to jumpwhen she saw that Elliot's unhallowed presence had suddenlymaterialized in her bedroom. Not to mention, he was standing rightbehind her, gazing down at the woman like he was assessing her.“President Presgrave, you-"She blinked her wide eyes at him. Heaven'ssake, why did he have to scare me like that?

“Have you slept with Nigel?” Elliot demanded tactlessly.

She gaped at him, rendered speechless by his question. Doesn't heknow it's rude to pry? She didn't think he had a right to inquire into herpersonal life, but she was frank nonetheless as she answered, “No,why?"

“How intimate have you been with him?” he pressed, as if he simplymust get to the bottom of this pertinent matter.

Anastasia decided to be patient with him on account of all the help hehad given her thus far. “We hugged as friends, if that's what you'reasking.”

“Have you kissed?” he asked, getting more specific with each questionShe blinked, as if unable to process what was going on at the moment.Why should I tell him everything just because he asked? Also, this guyis definitely getting more dangerous with each passing minute. I can'thave him stay here any longer! With a small smile, she pointed out, “It'sgetting late, President Presgrave. Maybe you should be getting back.”He stared at her for a long while. She had only just showered, and shesmelled clean, fragrant and particularly alluring. He narrowed his eyesall of a sudden, and he could feel his primal urges taking over hisreasoning faculty as he eyed her like how a predator might eye its prey.Anastasia had only just brushed past him when his arm darted out andgrabbed her around the waist. She staggered backward out of surpriseand ended up tripping over his foot. In a tangle of legs and arms, theyfell onto the bed with him on top of her.

For one still moment, her breath intermingled with the testosterone inthe air. Just as she was about to say something in protest, Elliot cuppedher face and pressed his lips

against hers, sealing her voice completely. She let out a muffledwhimper as her mind turned blank.

Against her own volition, she felt her veins thrum with a buzz akin to amild electric current; her body was actually caving into his kiss.

Elliot's kiss was daring and aggressive. He offered her no room fornegotiation nor air as he tasted her. At the same time, his broad andwell-built frame pinned the breath out of her. Anastasia could donothing but let him have his way with her, and it wasn't until she sensedthe danger of this that she felt her senses rush back to her. Her eyesflew open, and as she glowered at him, she pushed him away hard.

He finally released her, and as the tips of their noses brushed and thelines of vision met, the air seemed to grow thick with tension. Theywere both panting with the heat of the moment washing over them.She began to bite out through gritted teeth, “Let me go, Elliot. I'mwarning you—"