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.

realizing just how potent the drug was. She was worried sick she'd get the boot for letting her boss take something so strong while he was under the

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

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,

or send her packing, but he just asked,

wasn't planning on using it on anyone, especially not

suck the air out of the room, leaving it tense and thick. Outside, the noise continued;

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

away from the main hall, posh but isolated, with no help in sight. Clara

hum softly. Doing this in front of someone as reserved as Dylan was mortifying, but she had no other choice. The folks outside paused, thrown by the suggestive sounds. This