Roy Dashiel excused himself after having a few toasts with some investors and took Tessa Marvins along with him. He guided her through a side corridor of the hotel ballroom, his hand still firmly on her back, he didn't say a word but Tessa Marvins could feel the power he held under control as he walked beside her. He was like a brooding storm.
They reached a quiet alcove and Roy Dashiel stopped, turning to face her. Here, the music and violins from the ballroom seemed to have faded, and it was free from whispering mouths and curious eyes. It seemed perfect for a conversation.
Roy Dashiel stood in front of her, his eyes searching her, his hands resting in his pant pocket as he watched her. Tessa Marvins was about to ask him why he was staring but his deep voice cut through her thoughts.
