CHAPTER 25 Hot Tub

  Flynn contemplated apologising to Hazel. But how?

  "Hhh ...." He sighed deeply. This time, Gillian wasn't by his side to offer advice or slap him with reality.

  "I have to apologise." Flynn gathered his courage. After all, he was in the wrong side. He shouldn't have kicked Hazel out after she had helped him so much. Didn't Hazel deserve appreciation?

  "Darn it! That kiss really messed things up!" Flynn growled, not wanting to dwell on it. Only he knew how sweet Hazel's kiss was. The hint of strawberries and a touch of lychee made their intimate moment perfect.

  Flynn rubbed his lips.

  The idea of tasting Hazel's lips again consumed him.

  Craving. Flynn needed that kiss.

  "Darn it!" Flynn finally picked up the phone and dialled his residence. He connected with Esme—Hazel's private maid. "Is Miss Hazel home?" Flynn asked. According to his calculations, Hazel should already be there.