●Back in San Francisco●
Corinne scoffed and immediately elevated her mood transforming her expressions turning suddenly like 180 degree and crept inside the room. A
'I will get you today, Ronan.'
The sly woman with greater expectations strode in and closed the door behind her with a smile.
Ronan Ross was sitting in his chair with his head thrown back and eyes closed, perhaps that was the worst time to do that without a doubt. A grin appeared on her lips sensing his vulnerable state she moved behind the chair tiptoed and covered his eyes with both hands.
Ronan Ross snapped open his eyes and shot up from the chair only to see Corinne looking at him with confused gestures.
"What are you trying to do, huh?"
His voice banged into her ears like a rumbling thunderstorm, as Ronan looked straight into her eyes piercing through her soul.
"And who allowed you to come in here?"
