Chapter 118
William Johnson stood in the center of the apartment, his intense gaze fixed on Emily Smith.
When she remained silent, he suddenly stepped forward, closing the distance between them in an instant.
His long fingers lifted, about to brush against her cheek.
Emily jerked back, panic flashing in her eyes. She forced herself to sound composed. "Mr. Johnson, should I check when William will be back?"
Before he could respond, she hurried toward the coffee table, reaching for her phone to call for help.
It finally dawned on her—he hadn’t come here for William at all.
Her fingers barely grazed the phone before his larger hand snatched it away. He tossed it onto the sofa, his lips curling into an amused smirk. "Scared of me?"
Emily took a deep breath. "You misunderstand. I just don’t want to waste your time."
"Interesting." His eyes narrowed. "No wonder William likes you."
His gaze roamed freely over her—from the delicate curve of her collarbone to the slender dip of her waist, finally lingering on her slightly trembling lips.
Emily forced a smile. "William treats me well."
"He treats you well?" He suddenly gripped her chin. "I could treat you better."
The heat of his touch made her stiffen. Her voice wavered. "Mr. Johnson, my feelings for William are genuine."
"Genuine?" He scoffed. "He’s just playing with you."
His grip tightened. She swallowed hard. "Maybe you should ask William first—"
"Little liar." He cut her off. "Do you really think I don’t see through your stalling?"
His thumb brushed lightly over her lower lip. "A woman William has slept with... I find that even more intriguing."
Her eyes reddened. "Please let me go..."
"What’s there to fear?" He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "I’ll be gentle."
The heat of his whisper made her shove him away. "William will be furious!"
"You still don’t understand." He pinned her against the kitchen counter. "Let me show you just how much he cares about you."
Emily struggled desperately. "Stop!"
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang sharply.
William Johnson froze.