His sharp, hawk-like eyes are now blazing with anger. Ryan releases Eudora's chin, grabs her shoulders, and pulls her close.
“You're good,” he says, his voice low and dangerous.
He then pushes her onto the sofa, his movements deliberate and controlled. He begins to untie his tie and unbutton his shirt, his gaze never leaving hers. It's a predatory look, the eyes of a wolf fixated on its prey.
Eudora's secret has been gnawing at him. Even lunch with Bonnie was a rushed affair, and he left without a second thought. He had planned to leave Eudora alone in the apartment tonight, to show his displeasure. But something has changed. With a little alcohol in his system, he orders his driver to bring him back.
Ryan is already simmering with anger, and these words are like a match thrown into a
