Mitchel rolled onto his side, resting his head on his hand as he gazed at her. “Guys usually pick up these skills on their own.”

Raegan was skeptical. "You're just making that up."

Mitchel took her hand, softly tracing her pulse with his fingers, his voice low and seductive. "“Overthinking only leads to..."

Wearing simple cotton pajamas, Mitchel's understated design somehow made him look both elegant and irresistibly tempting.

His voice, with a power to make one shiver slightly, carefully articulated certain feelings.

Raegan couldn't stand it any longer and kicked him. "Mitchel, cut it out!"

Mitchel caught her kicking foot between his legs, kissing her wrist softly. "This is all for you. If you enjoy it, then that's all that counts."

Raegan tried to act uninterested. “Enjoy it? Who would..."

Mitchel laughed lightly. "Who was it then, begging her brother today on my behalf?"

Raegan blushed deeply. “You heard that?"

Mitchel quirked an eyebrow. "Yes, I heard Miss Foster calling for backup, ‘saving her husband."

Raegan's ears burned. “I never said ‘saving my husband."

"Then what was it?" Mitchel teased, winking. "Saving Miss Foster's lover?"

"What lover? Enough with the nonsense!" Raegan gave Mitchel a sharp look, clearly irritated.

Mitchel pressed his lips together and said, "Really, who would choose to be a ‘lover' unless they had to?"

Mitchel looked at Raegan earnestly. “So, Miss Foster, when are you planning to make our relationship official?"

Raegan was at a loss for words. Observing him, he didn't seem Like someone upset about losing his position. She couldn't resist asking, “Are you actually in trouble this time?"

“I'm here seeking your help. What does that tell you?"

Raegan pressed on, "So, you're saying your CEO title is in jeopardy?"

Mitchel's Lashes drooped slightly, a touch of melancholy in his voice.