When Love Turns Dangerous novel Chapter 83

Just as Tara was about to leave, Lance's hands wrapped around her.

Caught completely off guard, she was pulled into a kiss, his lips sealing hers from behind.

The clarity she had just regained began to fade. Her mind slipped back into a fog, and she was unable to think straight.

A series of knocks sounded again.

Soren was back.

"Lance, are you really not going to listen? I can't wait to let you hear it ." Soren's voice was loud, cutting straight through the door.

Lance paused mid-kiss, his handsome face flashing with irritation as Soren kept yelling from outside.

He released her from his arms, gently tucking the dazed Tara back under the covers and kissed the corner of her lips.

Tara bit her lips, already flushed from the intensity of the kiss, and scrambled to put her clothes back on in a hurry.

She moved to the bedroom door, ready to slip out the second Soren left. She couldn't handle this anymore.

Soren stood at the door, peering inside. Seeing no movement, he finally left with a dark look on his face.

The click of the closing door reached Tara's ears, prompting her to emerge swiftly from the bedroom.

Lance noted the blush spreading across her cheeks and the way her eyes darted away from his as she lifted the tray he'd tossed onto the couch, a clear attempt to put some distance between them.

The fact that she had run out of the bedroom didn't seem to surprise him.

He strode toward her. "Why did you come out?"

Hearing the sultry edge in his voice, Tara's ears burned. "Mr. Swain, I… I'm heading back to my room to rest."

His approach sent a jolt of panic through her; she scrambled around the dining table. Without a backward glance, she bolted for the door, wrenched it open, and fled.

Tara didn't stop until she reached the elevator, heading down to the first floor. She returned the tray to the kitchen and then went straight back to her room.

Once inside, she shut the door and lifted a hand to cover her lips, not daring to think about what had just happened.

Lance actually…

She bit down on her lip, her gaze still flickering with emotion.

It took her a long while to calm down from that heat.

Still shaken, Tara took her pajamas and went into the bathroom. As she undressed, she held her bra in her hand and noticed the back clasp had been torn loose. It was hanging precariously by a single thread.

Just remembering what had happened made her face flush. As if it burned her hand, she immediately tossed the damaged bra into the trash.

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