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.

etched on his face, realizing just how potent the drug was. She was worried sick she'd get the boot for letting her boss take something so

a fresh towel, soaked it in cold water, and draped it over Dylan's face.

Dylan's eyes slowly opened. The harsh edge was gone, replaced by an intense fire that seemed like it could ignite everything around him. Clara felt the burn from his gaze, quickly averting her eyes as she apologized, "I'm sorry, someone else

packing, but he just asked, "Who were you going to

second. She hurried to clarify. "I wasn't planning on using it on anyone, especially not Simon. I just tossed it in my bag without thinking, never imagined

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

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

main hall, posh but isolated, with no help in

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