Freya's POV
After those words left his lips, Mack pulled me close again, pressing a restrained kiss to my forehead. I could feel the tension radiating from his body, the way his muscles coiled with barely contained desire. With so many people surrounding us in this crowded restaurant, his longing was palpable, yet he forced himself to hold back.
The same fire burned within me. Every nerve in my body screamed for his touch, for the privacy we desperately craved. At this moment, food was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted was to retreat to the quiet sanctuary of my hotel room.
What we would do there needed no explanation between two adults who had been dancing around each other for far too long.
But surrounded by colleagues and strangers, I had no choice but to bury my desires beneath a mask of composure. I followed him to our table, my heart hammering against my ribs with each step.
