Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 893
Chapter 893: Chapter 893 Meter
There was something about Ross that drew her attention.
The quiet confidence, the way he seemed at ease no matter the setting, the aura of authority that didn’t demand respect but commanded it effortlessly.
Her curiosity grew stronger with every second, gnawing at her until the silence felt unbearable.
A full minute passed. The ticking of the office clock seemed louder than her own heartbeat.
Sarah’s lips parted as she finally gave in and broke the silence.
“How do you know my name, boss?” she asked, her voice a mixture of genuine curiosity and disbelief.
Her eyes searched his face for an answer. With close to five hundred people attending the event—managers, executives, partners from all across the globe—it was nearly impossible to keep track of everyone.
And yet, he hadn’t hesitated when he addressed her earlier.
Ross set his phone aside and leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
His gaze locked onto hers with disarming intensity.
For the first time, Sarah felt the full weight of his attention, and it was almost too much.
“Easy,” he said, a faint smile curving his lips. “I’m good with names—especially when they belong to very beautiful people like you, Sarah.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
She hadn’t expected the compliment, not from him, not here.
Heat rose to her cheeks, and she quickly looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in a futile attempt to compose herself.
“You… you flatter me, boss,” she murmured, her voice soft.
Ross chuckled, the sound low and warm, and leaned back once more.
“It’s not flattery if it’s true.” His eyes lingered on her a moment longer, making her pulse quicken again.
Sarah’s mind raced.
She reminded herself of her marriage, her husband, the life she had outside this room.
And yet, sitting across from Ross, she couldn’t deny the strange flutter in her chest, the way his words seemed to sink under her skin.
The silence that followed was no longer awkward—it was charged, humming with something unspoken.
Sarah felt a quiet relief when Ross’s attention drifted back to his phone, his sharp eyes no longer on her.
The little moment of safety allowed her to exhale, her heart calming for a brief spell.
Yet, the silence in the room wasn’t as comforting as she had hoped.
It pressed down on her, thick and restless, giving her too much space to think.
Her gaze wandered around the office.
The polished wooden desk, the leather chairs, the half-empty glass of water on the side table—none of it interested her for long. Inevitably, her eyes returned to Ross.
He wasn’t classically handsome.
His face bore the marks of a man who had seen and done too much—sharpened features, a roughness around the edges—but there was something magnetic about him.
His physique was solid, disciplined, a body shaped by strength rather than vanity.
More than that, it was the way he carried himself.
The quiet authority, the natural weight of command, made him more compelling than any pretty boy she had ever known.
Her pulse quickened.
Why am I staring? she scolded herself. Yet she didn’t stop.
Perhaps it was the liquor she had drunk earlier, clouding her restraint, or perhaps it was the curiosity she had buried for years surfacing at last.
A wild thought entered her mind and refused to leave: she wanted to kiss him.
Not for a dare, not because anyone was watching, but because she wanted to know what it would feel like.
She told herself it was harmless.
It’s just a kiss. Nothing more.
But she knew that wasn’t the full truth.
She had kissed other men in her youth, yes, but her husband had been the one to take her innocence, the only man she had ever truly given herself to.
Since then, no one else had touched her lips. No one else had even come close.
She had built her marriage on loyalty and trust—yet here she was, her body trembling with the desire to break that boundary, if only for a fleeting moment.
Sarah bit her lower lip, fighting with herself.
Her mind screamed of vows and faithfulness, but her body ached with the reckless thrill of temptation.
Finally, she pushed herself up from the chair, the scrape of wood against the floor sounding far too loud in the quiet room.
Her legs carried her forward before her mind had fully caught up.
Step by step, she approached Ross.
Ross noticed instantly. His eyes lifted from the glow of his phone, focusing on her.
His brows drew together in a subtle frown as he straightened slightly in his chair.
“Sarah…” His voice cut through the silence, deep and steady. “What changed? Why did you change your mind?”
His question stopped her mid-step, but only for a heartbeat. She didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her lips parting as though words wanted to come but refused to leave.
Ross’s gaze sharpened, weighing her.
He wasn’t blind to the fire in her eyes, nor to the reckless courage she was mustering.
And though he could see exactly where this was headed, he also knew the cost.
This is business, he reminded himself.
She’s my employee. This is dangerous ground.
But Sarah no longer cared about ground, dangerous or otherwise.
The quiet hum in her veins drowned out reason.
She reached him at last, the desk between them no longer a barrier.
Her hand trembled as it brushed against the edge of the desk for balance, and then—without giving him the chance to stop her—she leaned down.
Her lips found his in a sudden, desperate kiss.
It wasn’t shy, nor hesitant.
It was bold, reckless, and hungry—everything she had spent years denying herself.
For one stolen moment, she gave in fully to the temptation she had fought so hard to resist.
At first, Ross was hesitant to respond.
His instincts told him to stop it there, to push Sarah away and remind her of who he was, of who she was.