Melody Monroe clutched her phone and replied with a message: "Almost there. Are you at the office?"
[In a meeting.]
[Playing on your phone during a meeting?]
[I just suddenly missed you.]
Melody Monroe took a deep breath.
It was as if her heart had been struck by a sweet cannonball.
'I can't take this. I can't. I need to calm down.'
[You don't miss me?] Evan Fairchild sent another message.
When Melody Monroe saw the message, she couldn't stop herself from blushing, a faint smile gracing her lips.
[Are we still watching a movie tonight?] another message came through.
Melody Monroe's face instantly turned even redder.
'A movie, my ass. If it weren't for "watching a movie," we wouldn't have...'
'Why did his "watching a movie" feel so suggestive?'
[I need to spend some quality time with Ian tonight. You should get back to your meeting. I'm almost there, so let's talk later.] Melody Monroe put her phone away and gently pinched her cheeks.
'My face isn't beet red, is it?'
