This time, he wasn’t quite the gentleman.

Vincent grabbed Emily's hand, guiding her through the crowded elevator, across the bustling company lobby, without caring who saw them. He then pushed her into the front passenger seat of his car, ignoring the stares of onlookers.

As the car started, Emily could still see through the window a bunch of curious colleagues gossiping about what just happened.

“Do you think this is appropriate?” Emily asked, turning her head to look at the line of ...