Chapter Ten
Trapped in Temptation
Cynthia hesitated outside Mike's bedroom door, her fingers curling into fist. The mansion was eerily quiet in the early morning light, except for the distant hum of activity from the staff below.
She had barely slept the night before, thoughts of her seized phone and Mike's unsettling dominance keeping her restless.
Now she had no choice. She was already at his door at that early time of the morning for her phone, she needed it back.
Mike stood near his massive bed, shirtless, the morning sun highlighting the hard ridges of his abs. He had a towel slung over his shoulder, a clear indication he had just showered. His damp hair was tousled, making him look both effortless and dangerously tempting.
Cynthia’s throat dried. She hated that he had this effe
