His fingertips kept playing with her shoulder strap, wrapping the sheer fabric around his fingers again and again, as if he might snap it at any moment.
His face was very close to hers, his breath warm and ticklish on her skin.
"We should go back!" Summer Ford stiffened, fearing he'd act recklessly, and raised her arm to keep a distance between them.
Ethan Laurent ignored her, pulled her hand away, and pressed it against the wall, his large hand trapping hers.
"Ethan Laurent, what are you trying to do?" Summer Ford was slightly annoyed by his behavior, her eyes burning with anger as she stared at him.
"Such a temper?" Ethan Laurent looked up and glanced at her, speaking slowly.
Summer Ford's expression stiffened.
Being cornered by a man in a restroom where people could enter at any moment, it was only natural to have some temper, wasn't it?
