Tempted Trapped and Too Late To Run 37

Tempted Trapped and Too Late To Run 37

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

Clara noticed the sweat streaming down his neck and the tension etched on his face, 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 weather

She grabbed a fresh towel, soaked it in cold water, and draped it over Dylan’s face. Hang in there.” 

As soon as she said it, Dylan’s eyes slowly opened. The harsh edge was 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, someone else planted that drug.” 

She braced for anger, expecting him to lash out or send her packing, but he just asked, Who were you going to 

use it on?” 

Clara’s mind blanked for a second. She hurried to clarify. I wasn’t planning on using it on anyone, especially not Simon. I just tossed it in my bag without thinking, never imagined you’d” 

The name Simon seemed to suck the air out of the room, leaving it tense and thick. Outside, the noise -continued; it sounded like someone was ransacking the place, swearing under their breath. Someone even 

started pounding on the bathroom door

Bang! Bang! Bang!” 

These VIP rooms were tucked away from the main hall, posh but isolated, with no help in sight. Clara lowered her gaze and whispered, Mr. Dylan, I’m really sorry.” 

Biting her lip, she started to 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 gave Clara a chance to call out. Who is it? I don’t need room service right now.” 

Then, with another soft moan, she added, No, stop, it sounds like someone’s coming.” 

The banging stopped, and the men outside seemed taken aback by what they thought was happening inside. They were convinced that the man in there couldn’t be Dylan. After all, Dylan was disabled and couldn’t possibly be up to such antics in a bathroom

They couldn’t spot Dylan and soon left. Clara listened intently until the noises faded, then gradually stopped her act. She was too scared to look at Dylan. She only heard the wheels of his chair scraping on the floor, followed by the tap turning on

He soaked the towel again, and the veins on his hands were popping, showing his sheer willpower. Clara didn’t dare open the bathroom door yet. As she awkwardly stood there, she watched Dylan, his body taut, pressing the wet towel to his face, his chest gently rising and falling

The charged atmosphere lingered, and she could hear his labored breathingheavy and full of restraint

Tempted Trapped and Too Late To Run

Tempted Trapped and Too Late To Run

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