Playing with Fire

His hands were propped against the glass coffee table as he panted. When he lifted his head, he noticed the miniature camera hidden in the wall lamp.

His gaze darkened.

How dare someone make a move on me here?

Brenda was shoved to the ground, her head bleeding. The man exuding a murderous aura terrified her, and she wanted to flee from the room. Yet, the thought of what she wanted to do stopped he