Chapter 291

"Ethan Roscente, have you lost your mind?" Vivian Laurent's pupils constricted sharply. The warmth of his lips against hers left her frozen in shock.

Outside the dressing room, hurried footsteps echoed. She could even hear people discussing Winner. Vivian held her breath, terrified of drawing attention.

But the man only deepened the kiss, his scorching breath fanning her face. "Be good. Close your eyes."

Her fingers trembled with rage, yet she dared not struggle too violently. Glaring at his handsome face mere inches away, she wished she could bite off his tongue.

The cramped wardrobe grew stifling. Ethan's body burned like a furnace. One hand cradled the back of her head while the other locked around her waist.

Suddenly, Vivian remembered that intoxicating night—the same dominating presence that had made her knees weak then was reducing her to jelly now.

"Mmm..." An involuntary whimper escaped her lips, her eyes turning slightly red.

Ethan's breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbing. If not for their inappropriate location, he would've taken her right then.

"Sounds like they're heading down the hallway," came muffled voices fading into the distance.

Vivian shoved him away and stumbled out. Wiping her swollen lips, she hissed, "Try that again and I'll neuter you."

"I only kissed you." Ethan leisurely adjusted his tie. "Should I file a request next time?"

"Go find your precious Sophia Evans!" Vivian sneered. "Who wants a secondhand man rejected by his ex?"

Darkness flashed in his eyes. "Jealous?"

"Hardly. My vision's been corrected." She smoothed her disheveled hair. "Turns out I was blind before."

In a flash, he pinned her against the vanity. "Then see clearly now."

Vivian turned her face away. The mirror reflected her flushed ears and Ethan's predatory gaze.