The strong masculine scent was just as scorching as his gaze earlier, giving Yvonne Young a burning sensation. Her face and neck felt hot.
His big hand was able to feel the warmth and softness through her clothing as it slid down her waist to the outer pocket on her thigh.
Yvonne tilted her face to meet Christopher Gray's narrowing eyes in a somewhat amused manner.
Her heart pounded as if it wanted to leap out of her chest.
Tense, her hands clenched into tight fists.
"Mr. Sullivan."
Spencer Sullivan had arrived, followed by the simultaneous sound of his bodyguards.
The bodyguards in the car also stepped out, forming a respectful formation.
Yvonne glanced at Spencer Sullivan standing at the front of the car, his cold face sending chills down her spine, his eyes seemingly ablaze.
Subconsciously, she pushed Christopher Gray.
She took a step back.
The next second, however, she was pulled back into Christopher Gray's arms as he embraced her shoulder.