She tripped, hitting one of the other tables. It had knocked the wind out of her and bruised her arms in the process. But she did not allow him to pull her down, she held her ground. She used her heel to kick him in the face so he would let her go.
"F@*&!" he screamed as she got him in the arm, releasing her from his hold. She ran out the door without looking back.
Dimitri would not able to pick her up that afternoon due to a late meeting and had told her earlier that he would just send a driver to pick her up. Without taking her cellphone and her purse with her she ran for dear life, clutching her coat together, praying that the driver was waiting for her outside, as Dimitri had instructed.
"Good Evening Madam!" the driver said, "Mr. Santoris will join you for dinner later tonight."
