In front of her was the scorching, muscular body of a man; behind her, the icy cold surface of the mirror. Serena Stanton was caught between fire and frost.
She clutched Adrian's shirt, softly repeating, "There's someone over there..."
Just as she finished speaking, a sudden rustling came from behind the sofa.
Forgotten by all, Sean Wallace, drunk and asleep on the floor, slowly began to awaken. He struggled to climb up from behind the sofa, his eyes unfocused, looking around in confusion.
The spacious private booth of the bar was deserted.
The lovers who had been passionately kissing moments before were nowhere to be seen.
The two hid in an empty corner by the wine cabinet; she curled up in his arms, lashes trembling with fright.
He lowered his gaze and watched her for a moment, pressed her shoulder in silent amusement, his breath hot against her ear, smiling with brazen swagger.
