Celina was paralyzed. Her heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Her eyes widened, unable to look away from the scene unfolding in front of her.
Thor was there, his pants down, his employee sitting on the table, her dress lifted, her legs wrapped around his waist. The woman threw her head back, moaning loudly, while Thor, in a hoarse voice laden with desire, murmured spicy words to her. His possessive touch, the way he held her tightly, contrasted brutally with the memory that invaded Celina's mind.
Suddenly, flashes from days ago struck her violently. She saw César in the office, entwined with Nicole, his lascivious touch, his lover's sarcastic laughter. She also saw Thor at the hotel that night, caressing her face with unexpected tenderness, looking into her eyes as if he saw something beyond her facade of arrogance and coldness. How could he be so rough and insensitive now, after that moment he had shared with her?
The shock was overwhelming.