Yasmine felt as if she were bound in steel, with the sound of the man's angry, heavy breathing in her ears.
She was carried into a small conference room, where the man kicked the door shut with a loud bang. He turned off the lights and pushed her against the long conference table.
He released his hand from her mouth, and she slumped onto the tablecloth, crying out in a sob, "Mr. Quinlan..."
When the man had held her in his arms, surrounded by the familiar scent, Yasmine had known the man behind her had been Xavier.
She knew why Xavier was angry, but he was making her uncomfortable now. Spoiled by his affections before, she hadn't expected him to punish her so harshly for her recklessness.
Yasmine could bet that her waist had a red mark left by his grip.
"Baby, didn't I tell you to st
