Chapter 122

She rushed into the office, grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge, and shoved the umbrella into his hand. "It's way too hot outside. Don't get heatstroke." As Conrad took the bottle, his fingers brushed against hers. She instantly jerked her hand back like she'd touched a live wire. He let out a low chuckle and looked at her. "That sensitive, huh?" "Who's sensitive? You should leave already!" Calliope huffed, embarrassed, and pushed him straight into the elevator. But the second he stepped in, he yanked her in with him and pulled her into his arms. He pinned her against the wall of the elevator and leaned down to kiss her. Calliope's eyes flew wide. As their lips met, her mind went completely blank from the intensity-there was no defense against his kiss. They only pulled apart when footsteps echoed outside. He finally let go and whispered against her ear, his voice low and rough, "You're forgiven." She was half-dazed as he nudged her out. She stared blankly at the descending flo