“What is the meaning of this?” I gasped. “Sir…let go of me.”

I twisted, shoulder scraping the wood as I tried to slip past him. His hand tightened

instead, slamming me back against the door. The impact rattled through my spine, air

bursting from my lungs in a sharp gasp. Before I could recover, he caught my wrist and

drove it up over my head, palm flattening it to the door.

“You’re not leaving,” he said, voice low, dangerous, “until you answer me.”

His face hovered inches from mine.

“Who was that man you were talking to last night?” His grip tightened. “You looked…

close.”

I stared at him, breath...