The temperature in the room plummeted. The air seemed to freeze, and a cold, powerful aura radiated out, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
Yara Quillan didn't know when the man had arrived. She hadn't seen him in five years, and his features had grown even more defined and handsome. He exuded masculine pheromones. Simply standing there, he unleashed an invisible pressure.
'Thank God I'm wearing a mask,' she thought. 'And we haven't seen each other in five years. He probably won't recognize me.' She bowed her head, pushed her cleaning cart, and started walking away.
'He won't recognize me, he won't recognize me, he won't recognize me!'
She chanted the words in her mind, taking one step, then two, then three. Suddenly, a deep, cold, yet incredibly sexy voice came from behind her. "Wait!"
Yara Quillan rolled her eyes. 'My luck can't be this bad!'
