Chapter 85

Tyrone stepped out of the elevator with a smug look on his face. “C’mon, give me a holler before we get started.”

Quintessa’s teeth were practically grinding as she took a deep breath. “I couldn’t care less. Mr. York. Are you sure this is how you want to play it?”

“Of course not,” he smirked. “I always prefer a live showdown–open up.”

Startled, Quintessa blurted, “I’m seriously shooting a scene out here.”

Tyrone let out a derisive chuckle. “Cut the crap. I know you’re in there. If you don’t want to see me saw down this door, you’ll open it like a good girl.”

With her hand trembling in fright, Quintessa scurried over to the door. Peering through the peephole, she met his fiery gaze, which instantly turned her knees to jelly.

She knew he couldn’t see her, yet the very thought sent shivers down her spine.

Quintessa saw the man outside wear a casual smile, but having struggled through enough close calls to have a razor–sharp sense for danger, she still sensed that something about Tyrone was off.

settled. Tyrone would come

leisurely undoing the top button

make me ask

unlocked the door. “How did you find this

shoved past her, kicked the door shut, and scanned the apartment

my assistant

he’s a man, too.”

Quintessa eyed him warily.

his coat, and with a predatory smile, his lips the color of fresh blood, he said, “What do I

home and listen

face was pale, while her eyes were

her chin with his fingers. “I’d much

hand away. “Get

warning, Tyrone scooped her up and tossed her onto

with you right here. It seems we’re

get up, only

off his tie, he quickly bound her wrists, then secured them to the bedpost.

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