Without giving her a chance to escape, he carried her into the room diagonally opposite.
The opposite room was also a living room, luxuriously furnished with all handcrafted Italian leather sofas in a dark red, paired with European interior decor, making it very tasteful.
Upon entering, the man gently set her down, then turned his body, pressing her against the door, with one hand propping the door and the other supporting her waist.
The man's dark eyes were deep, carrying a message of danger.
"Since you're so proactive, I'll give you a chance to show off..." he smiled, his handsome face wickedly charming, making one's heart race with fright.
Emma Benson curled her red lips, not afraid of him, knowing full well that he wouldn't do anything to her, thus becoming bold.
Her hand hooked around his neck, one hand tugging his shirt, slowly sliding down, deftly unbuttoning the top two buttons, her hand then slipping inside the collar.
