My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 22: Chapter 22
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The heat inside me pulsed hotter, but I dragged myself to the door before my reckless thoughts could take over.
Oliver Langley—the regular delivery guy—stood frozen on my doorstep, his eyes widening as they landed on me. No wonder. My flushed cheeks and dazed expression probably looked like I'd just stepped out of a fever dream.
"Miss, I—uh—forgot a package earlier," he stammered, clutching the parcel like a peace offering. "Since I was in the neighborhood…" His apologetic smile wavered under my stare.
"You must be exhausted working this late. Come in and rest for a minute!"
The invitation tumbled out before my brain could catch up. Did I just… proposition the delivery guy?
He hesitated, peeking past me into the house. "I could use some water. Just a quick sip, then I'll get out of your hair."
I motioned him to the couch and handed him a glass. When our fingers brushed, a jolt of electricity shot up my arm, locking me in place.
Oliver flinched, nearly fumbling the glass. His face drained of color. "S-sorry, Miss! I didn't—"
I shook my head, forcing a smile. As he drank, his eyes flicked to the TV—then his entire neck flushed crimson.
God, he was adorable. My gaze traced over him, really seeing him for the first time: the delicate curve of his jaw, those unexpectedly plush lips… Dangerous thoughts swirled.
Then his phone rang. The second he answered, his smile died.
"You slept with someone else and now you're sorry?" His voice cracked. "Jesus, Minmin. Have some self-respect. Don't call me again."
He hung up and shattered, sobbing into his hands.
I sank beside him, rubbing his back. "She's not worth your tears. You'll find better."
"But I loved her!" His breath hitched. "How could she do this?"
His nearness intoxicated me—his cologne, warm and woodsy, made my head spin. My focus dropped to his mouth, pink and parted, and my throat went dry.
Oliver pointed to the half-finished wine bottle. "Can I…?"
"Knock yourself out," I murmured.
Two glasses in, he was a mess—cheeks flushed, eyes glazed. He mumbled "Minmin," then yanked me against him, his lips crashing into mine.
The room tilted. I should've shoved him off—but his kiss was soft, hesitant, his tongue shyly tasting me. When he nipped my earlobe, his hands grew bold, one palming my breast through my blouse. Heat pooled low in my stomach, a moan building in my throat—
Then movement flickered in my periphery.
The curtains were wide open. Across the street, a shadow lingered on a lit balcony.
Holy shit. What if someone saw me getting felt up by a drunk delivery guy on my couch?
Ice flooded my veins.
Oliver Langley—the regular delivery guy—stood frozen on my doorstep, his eyes widening as they landed on me. No wonder. My flushed cheeks and dazed expression probably looked like I'd just stepped out of a fever dream.
"Miss, I—uh—forgot a package earlier," he stammered, clutching the parcel like a peace offering. "Since I was in the neighborhood…" His apologetic smile wavered under my stare.
"You must be exhausted working this late. Come in and rest for a minute!"
The invitation tumbled out before my brain could catch up. Did I just… proposition the delivery guy?
He hesitated, peeking past me into the house. "I could use some water. Just a quick sip, then I'll get out of your hair."
I motioned him to the couch and handed him a glass. When our fingers brushed, a jolt of electricity shot up my arm, locking me in place.
Oliver flinched, nearly fumbling the glass. His face drained of color. "S-sorry, Miss! I didn't—"
I shook my head, forcing a smile. As he drank, his eyes flicked to the TV—then his entire neck flushed crimson.
God, he was adorable. My gaze traced over him, really seeing him for the first time: the delicate curve of his jaw, those unexpectedly plush lips… Dangerous thoughts swirled.
Then his phone rang. The second he answered, his smile died.
"You slept with someone else and now you're sorry?" His voice cracked. "Jesus, Minmin. Have some self-respect. Don't call me again."
He hung up and shattered, sobbing into his hands.
I sank beside him, rubbing his back. "She's not worth your tears. You'll find better."
"But I loved her!" His breath hitched. "How could she do this?"
His nearness intoxicated me—his cologne, warm and woodsy, made my head spin. My focus dropped to his mouth, pink and parted, and my throat went dry.
Oliver pointed to the half-finished wine bottle. "Can I…?"
"Knock yourself out," I murmured.
Two glasses in, he was a mess—cheeks flushed, eyes glazed. He mumbled "Minmin," then yanked me against him, his lips crashing into mine.
The room tilted. I should've shoved him off—but his kiss was soft, hesitant, his tongue shyly tasting me. When he nipped my earlobe, his hands grew bold, one palming my breast through my blouse. Heat pooled low in my stomach, a moan building in my throat—
Then movement flickered in my periphery.
The curtains were wide open. Across the street, a shadow lingered on a lit balcony.
Holy shit. What if someone saw me getting felt up by a drunk delivery guy on my couch?
Ice flooded my veins.
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