Chapter 23

• Jenna's voice and her tentative tapping were like a bucket of cold water over my head. Dragan groaned in frustration and let go of me after a few seconds of moaning. He helped me button my blouse, while I straightened his tie, which I had destroyed in my search for support. I tidied my skirt, put my glasses back on and was halfway back in shape. Dragan reached for his jacket and put two fingers under my chin. A gentle kiss followed, so tender that it was more of a peck.
• "But this time it's not running away. Just for the protocol."
• "Noted."