A smile tugged at Rosalynn's lips as she cradled his handsome face and met his lips for a lingering kiss.

“You're right; we're just in love.”

As Rosalynn's scent filled his senses, Brian's countenance shifted.

“You're teasing me intentionally, aren't you?"

Rosalynn blinked at him, feigning innocence.

“What do you mean?"

“You know perfectly well."

Given her condition, he knew better than to push his desires. Yet...

Leaning her back against the chair, Brian's fingers traced a path from her chin, down.

“Darling, don't toy with me. There are numerous ways to keep a man content.”

A memory of her nearly injured hand from last night made her wince slightly. She gently pushed him away, straightening herself in the chair.

“Do your own work; don't interrupt mine."

She wasn't about to invite more trouble!

Brian, chuckling, moved away to get himself a glass of water.

Meanwhile, in Keegan's office, his eyebrows knitted together at the unexpected presence of Deanna.

“What did you say? Brian requested I instruct you?" he questioned incredulously.

“Exactly! You don't believe it? My brother is still at his desk. You can confirm it with him," Deanna replied.

He did believe her; he was just reluctant.

The last thing he wanted was another altercation with this haughty woman.

Ignoring Keegan's silent contemplation, Deanna began to explore the office.

The room was classically decorated in tones of black, white, and gray but it held a different aura than Brian's stark office.

Several baroque-style oil paintings adorned the walls, infusing the space with an artistic charm.