"What's wrong?" Summer Ford braced herself against the wall, her eyes darting around cautiously, always on the alert for others coming up the stairs.
Ethan Laurent's gaze swept lightly over her face. With one arm propped against the wall by her side, his handsome face leaned in slowly, casting a cool, thin glance at her before shifting his eyes to her body.
In Summer Ford's slightly frozen gaze, his fingertips tugged at the collar of her shirt, and his large hand caressed her.
His movements were very slow, his fingertips stroking her skin, sending currents through her, the pace deliberately tormenting.
It seemed as if he was doing it on purpose, the motion languid as if he were toying with a fine piece of art.
"Don't do this!" They were standing in the corridor, where a servant could come by at any moment. Summer Ford couldn't take it, and pushed him with her hand.
