Enna Clark's heart was about to leap from her chest.
She couldn't fathom what would happen if Wyndham Howell found them here in the corridor. How could she show her face at the kindergarten when picking up Bobby?
Just at that moment.
She felt a sharp pain on her tongue.
The man in the shadows, his eyes glinting like a furious hunter in the dark, punishing his prey for lack of focus. Leaning close to her ear, his hot breath sprayed into it, both hot and ticklish. "Are you really afraid that he will discover us?"
"I just feel, um... it would be awkward if we run into each other at the kindergarten in the future..."
Even in his rage, she couldn't confront Baron Lawrence. Given his temper, who knows what would happen? Enna Clark's cheeks were burning, leaning against the wall with her hands pinned overhead. A marauding hand was inside her clothing... the shame was unbearable.
