Liam Yancey strode into the lobby before lifting Tara Summer upstairs in his arms.
The woman nestled in the man's arms, covertly glancing at his chilly resolute chin, and unconsciously clutching his collar tighter in her hand.
"Where's your room?" Liam's cold voice demanded, he looked down at her questioningly.
Tara Summer held her breath and pointed towards a room on the second floor to the left. She said nothing, her body tense.
The man carried her into the bedroom, and before Tara could react, he had tossed her onto the large bed in the middle of the room.
As Tara tried to sit up, Liam's large body already loomed over her, one arm around her waist preventing her from moving, the other quickly unbuttoning her men's dress shirt.
When all the buttons were undone, the man looked down at her, his eyes dark, and a frosty look spreading from his gaze, only intensifying his aura of menace.