Summer Ford was startled and raised her arm to push him out.
However, it was obvious that there was a huge disparity in their strength.
Ethan Laurent dealt with her effortlessly.
He forcibly pushed the door open, his gaze coldly sweeping over her, one arm hooked around her waist, pressing her against the wall behind her.
His eyes fixed on her lips, soft as flower petals, Ethan leaned in to kiss her, but Summer shrank sideways to avoid him.
Raising an arm horizontally between them, she tried to negotiate, "Don't be like this, I'll go, I'll go help you now!"
"Too late! I just reminded you!" Ethan glanced disdainfully at her fair, slender arm, finding it an eyesore, he brushed it aside, his lips trying to move in again, but Summer evaded him once more.
