Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 316

Aiden was on a roll, dropping off the person at the hotel in no time. Clara had managed to snag Dylan's suite, thanks to some special privileges Aiden had arranged. She'd set Sarah up in the bedroom, telling her to wait there.

Sarah felt a bit on edge, worried that the guy showing up might be one of those sleazy types. Money was tight for her, and if not for her financial mess, she'd never have taken a job at the karaoke bar. The cold reality was, if Clara hadn't whisked her away tonight, she'd be selling herself to someone else soon. Clara's generosity was a lucky break.

Taking a deep breath, resolve glinted in her eyes. If the guy turned out to be halfway decent, she was ready to make her move.

In the living room, Clara had dimmed the lights, leaving just a cozy glow. She'd spritzed some citrus perfume around, the same scent Scarlette said Miss Dawson from the Dawson family had adored.

The sound of a wheelchair outside the door made Clara perk up. Dylan, sitting in it, gave a gentle knock. The door was slightly open, enough for him to nudge it wider.

As he wheeled inside, the fragrance hit him. The room was dim, showing only a shadowy figure as she approached to close the door and positioned herself behind him to steer the wheelchair.

throat bobbed a few times, his grip on the armrests tightening, veins popping a bit

"You..."

the air, it was hard not to let your

behind, her voice soft. "Mr. Dylan,

twitched, gripping

teasing his ear. "Yeah, you're gonna love

his hands

bedroom, a space even darker, nearly

eyes with her hands, whispering,

on purpose, wanting to stir his deepest thoughts. When he finally saw the girl, she hoped he'd be completely

words, Dylan raised his hand,

shielded by her hands, the chill from his palm