"I'm the lobby manager of the hotel. It's just my job."

Ann pushed her hand hard against Brandon's sturdy chest. "Let go of me. I have work to do. I don't have time to mess around with you."

Brandon's arms tightened slightly and he looked down at her.

"Brandon!" Ann shouted angrily. “Did you hear what I said? What right have you to interfere in anything I do? !"

"What about you? What right had you to interfere in my affairs before?"

As the word fell, they were both silent.

Until a hotel security guard came and broke the silence.

"Manager Wilson, all the umbrellas and chairs by the pool...