The future held many unknowns, but at that instant, Raegan felt enveloped in a profound sense of warmth and possibility, leaving her without words.
Insisting on a gesture of care, Mitchel accompanied Raegan to the garage, uneasy at the thought of her leaving alone.
Raegan took care to keep her face hidden, likely conscious of the potential for curious eyes among the staff to speculate about her and Mitchelâs private moments.
As Mitchel and Raegan took the elevator, they ran into Devonte, who had been roaming the office floors.
His wandering was not without purpose.
He had stumbled upon someone who captivated his interest, a person with a unique allure that he found particularly striking.
Regrettably for Devonte, her interest was nowhere to be found, and she eyed him with a cautious wariness, as though he posed some sort of risk.
Upon spotting Mitchel with Raegan, who attempted to maintain a low profile in her long coat, Devonteâs keen observation skills didnât fail him.
Their previous business interactions had made Raegan a recognizable figure to him.
Despite the stern look Mitchel shot his way, Devonte couldnât help but address Raegan with a playful note in his voice.
âMiss Foster, it seems Mitchelâs âbusinessâ was actually you.
â
Raeganâs face was a picture of embarrassment, flushed a deep shade of red.
She managed a faltering response.
âMr.
Frazier, what a coincidence.
â
Devonte, always ready with a quip, narrowed his eyes and commented, âYeah.
Itâs reassuring to see you both in such harmony.
â
Sensing Raeganâs discomfort, Mitchel stepped in, especially as Devonte showed no signs of backing off from sharing their elevator ride.
âPerhaps the next one for you.
â
Devonte, who had been eager to follow and press Mitchel for details about the woman heâd spotted earlier, reluctantly decided to hold back, perhaps out of concern that Mitchel would shut down any further inquiries.
As the elevator doors sealed them off from Devonte, Mitchel drew Raegan closer by the waist, his voice a comforting rumble.
âDonât fret.
Devonteâs just being playful.
Heâs not one to gossip.
â
Overwhelmed and still reeling from the encounter, Raegan asserted, âI wonât come back here.
â
The thought was too embarrassing.
She was tormented by the idea that the entire company might be whispering about her visit and her activities within.
Mitchel, his hand resting reassuringly on her waist, suggested nonchalantly, âNext time, take this elevator straight to the parking lot.
That way, no one will catch sight of you.
â
âNo!â The protest came swiftly from Raegan, her embarrassment not yet faded.
Hadnât this experience been enough? How could he even consider repeating it?
Mitchel, ever the tease, gave her waist a playful pinch.
âWhy not? Wasnât I attentive to your comfort earlier?â
Raeganâs cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
âStop teasing.
â She knew he was saying so deliberately.
Amid the intimate moments just now, he insisted on having her moaning.
Now, just thinking about it made her wish she could vanish.
Mitchel was aware that sheâd had such a great time just now.
She had let go of her inhibitions more than ever before.
His approach had, in his view, paid off.
In Mitchelâs opinion, if one partner remained reserved, only the other truly enjoyed the encounter.
Encouraging Raegan to open up had made their moments together more fulfilling for both.
Reflecting on their shared experiences, Mitchel couldnât resist making another provocative suggestion, âNext time, why donât you come over at night? The view through the officeâs floor-to-ceiling windows is particularly striking after darkâ¦â
The implication made Raeganâs heart race, and she could barely stammer.
âYouâ¦â
The elevator reached their floor and the doors opened.
With a playful squeeze of her cheek, Mitchel took her hand.
âLetâs go.
â
Outside, they found Victor waiting by the car.