Layla's POV:
"What are you doing?"
'Every instinct screamed danger as I thrashed against his grip. In his eyes, I saw a man who had crossed the line into madness.'
"I suppose Brian's payment to you includes sleeping with me, right?"
Orlando's hand slid along my jawline down to my neck.
"I can't let his efforts go unrewarded, can I?"
His ice-cold hand slid beneath my collar, his calloused palm trailing down my back. I shuddered at his touch and tried to pull away, but he only pressed me harder against the table.
"Or, you can tell me your purpose now, and we'll end this deal!"
"You're insane!"
I gathered my courage and slapped him across the face.
The sharp crack echoed through the empty room like thunder splitting a silent sky. 'My stinging palm and his darkening expression told m
