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.

was. She was worried sick she'd get the boot for letting her boss take something so

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

she said it, 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 planted that

for anger, expecting him to lash out or send her packing, but he just asked, "Who

blanked for a 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

continued; it sounded like someone was ransacking the place, swearing under their breath.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

were tucked away from the main hall, posh but isolated, with no help in

was mortifying, but she had no other choice. The folks outside paused, thrown by the suggestive sounds.