Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 37

"Hurry up, we can't let anyone else find us."

Clara was caught off guard, her instincts kicking in as she quickly shoved Dylan into the bathroom. She cranked the shower to full blast, her eyes catching Dylan as he closed his eyes, those long lashes fluttering just a bit.

"Mr. Dylan, who are these people?"

Fearing the folks outside might overhear, she leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear. Dylan's lashes flickered sharply as he gently pushed her back. "It's probably someone from the Ferguson family."

Since Dylan had been confined to a wheelchair, he was under constant scrutiny, and his brothers were as sly as they come. Even with his stealthy movements this time, someone had sniffed him out.

on his face, realizing just how potent the drug was. She was worried sick she'd get the boot

soaked it in cold water, and draped it over Dylan's face. "Hang in

intense fire that seemed like it could ignite everything around him. Clara felt the burn from his gaze,

braced for anger, expecting him to lash out or send her packing,

second. She hurried to clarify. "I wasn't planning on using it on anyone, especially not Simon. I just tossed it in my bag

seemed to suck the air out of the room, leaving it tense and thick. Outside, the noise continued; it sounded like someone was ransacking the place, swearing under their breath.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

VIP rooms were tucked away from the main hall, posh but isolated, with no help in sight.

as Dylan was mortifying, but she had no other choice. The folks outside paused, thrown by the suggestive sounds. This gave Clara a chance to call out.