The future held many unknowns, but at that instant, Raegan felt enveloped in a profound sense of warmth and possibility, leaving her without words.
Insisting on a gesture of care, Mitchel apanied Raegan to the garage, uneasy at the thought of her leaving alone.
Raegan took care to keep her face hidden, likely conscious of the potential for curious eyes among the staff to specte about her and Mitchel’s private moments.
As Mitchel and Raegan took the elevator, they ran into Devonte, who had been roaming the office floors.
His wandering was not without purpose.
He had stumbled upon someone who captivated his interest, a person with a unique allure that he found particrly striking.
Regrettably for Devonte, her interest was nowhere to be found, and she eyed him with a cautious wariness, as though he posed some sort of risk.
Upon spotting Mitchel with Raegan, who attempted to maintain a low profile in her long coat, Devonte’s keen observation skills didn’t fail him.
Their previous business interactions had made Raegan a recognizable figure to him.
Despite the stern look Mitchel shot his way, Devonte couldn’t help but address Raegan with a yful note in his voice.
“Miss Foster, it seems Mitchel’s ‘business’ was actually you.
”
Raegan’s face was a picture of embarrassment, flushed a deep shade of red.
She managed a faltering response.
“Mr.
Frazier, what a coincidence.
”
Devonte, always ready with a quip, narrowed his eyes andmented, “Yeah.
It’s reassuring to see you both in such harmony.
”
Sensing Raegan’s difort, Mitchel stepped in, especially as Devonte showed no signs of backing off from sharing their elevator ride.
“Perhaps the next one for you.
”
Devonte, who had been eager to follow and press Mitchel for details about the woman he’d spotted earlier, reluctantly decided to hold back, perhaps out of concern that Mitchel would shut down any further inquiries.
As the elevator doors sealed them off from Devonte, Mitchel drew Raegan closer by the waist, his voice aforting rumble.
“Don’t fret.
Devonte’s just being yful.
He’s not one to gossip.
”
Overwhelmed and still reeling from the encounter, Raegan asserted, “I won’te back here.
”
The thought was too embarrassing.
She was tormented by the idea that the entirepany might be whispering about her visit and her activities within.
Mitchel, his hand resting reassuringly on her waist, suggested nonchntly, “Next time, take this elevator straight to the parking lot.
That way, no one will catch sight of you.
”
“No!” The protest came swiftly from Raegan, her embarrassment not yet faded.
Hadn’t this experience been enough? How could he even consider repeating it?
Mitchel, ever the tease, gave her waist a yful pinch.
“Why not? Wasn’t I attentive to yourfort earlier?”
Raegan’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
“Stop teasing.
” She knew he was saying so deliberately.
Amid the intimate moments just now, he insisted on having her moaning.
Now, just thinking about it made her wish she could vanish.
Mitchel was aware that she’d had such a great time just now.
She had let go of her inhibitions more than ever before.
His approach had, in his view, paid off.
In Mitchel’s opinion, if one partner remained reserved, only the other truly enjoyed the encounter.
Encouraging Raegan to open up had made their moments together more fulfilling for both.
Reflecting on their shared experiences, Mitchel couldn’t resist making another provocative suggestion, “Next time, why don’t youe over at night? The view through the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows is particrly striking after dark…”
The implication made Raegan’s heart race, and she could barely stammer.
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The elevator reached their floor and the doors opened.
With a yful squeeze of her cheek, Mitchel took her hand.
“Let’s go.
”
Outside, they found Victor waiting by the car.