The man's palm gripped her, and his gaze deepened as it touched upon the woman's fair and sensual collarbone.
"I'm leaving now, you'll stay here, there's a change of clothes in the dressing room..." His voice was hoarse, clearly suppressing a surge of emotion, his large hand pinched at her waist, his words laced with ambiguity, "I'll come back to see you tonight."
Having said that, the man abruptly released her, turned his tall frame, and walked away, fearing that one more second in her presence and he would not be able to contain himself.
To him, she had become a siren, merely a glance at her was enough to make him lose control!
Emma Benson stared at the man's retreating back, escorting him to the door of the room, and before he stepped out, she softly said, "I'll wait for you..."
Those three words made the man's spine stiffen, he took a deep breath, and finally turned around.
