Mabel clenched her fists tightly, and her body trembled slightly. She wanted a job to rebuild her life, not to be Cyrus' plaything whenever he felt like venting his lust!
Staring at his face, she spoke, "No."
Cyrus glanced back at her, his smile turning dangerous. "Excuse me?"
"I said no!" Mabel raised her voice and shouted, "I'm going there to work, not to be your toy!"
Cyrus' face instantly clouded over anger. He felt his patience with this woman was wearing thin. He'd already made a concession and agreed to let her work, and here she was, still trying to push her luck!
Interlocking his fingers, he stared at her with icy eyes and growled, "Don't test my limits, Mabel Lambert."
Mabel was shaking with anger. 'So refusing to be his captive meant testing his limits? In his mind, I'll a
