Arthur kissed her neck, his gaze sweeping over the man in the doorway, brimming with defiance.
"Scarlett!"
Eric strode to the bed and dragged Scarlett off it.
Her wrist ached from his grip. She pulled away from the man and frowned. "Mr. Harris, can I help you?"
Eric's gaze locked onto Arthur. "Who is he?"
Caught red-handed, Scarlett remained unfazed. She brushed him off with calm composure. "He's my younger brother."
The corner of Arthur's mouth lifted, and he played along.
Eric was too enraged to say a word.
Out of the corner of his eye, the red mark on her neck stung his vision. He reached up and scrubbed at it roughly with his thumb. "Go take a shower! I have something to ask you."
He practically forced Scarlett into the bathroom.
Only when he heard the sound of running water
