Natalie’s first instinct was that Ryan, the jerk, had shown up. She quickly pulled out a self-defense device she had bought online a few days ago, ready to shock the hell out of this bastard. As her hand started to move, it was suddenly caught by a large, familiar hand, and her chest was pressed against a body. The unmistakable scent of cold wood filled the air.
Natalie’s tense muscles relaxed, but a wave of anger surged through her. “Ethan, are you insane?”
Her shout triggered the motion sensors in the hallway, and the lights came on, revealing Ethan’s face, which wore a look of amusement.
With his glasses on, he looked refined, but behind closed doors, he sure knew how to be obnoxious.
“Whoa, you scared the life out of me! I thought there was a thief. I was about to call the police,”
