Enna Clark turned her head and saw him, casually saying, "Baron Lawrence, you're out. Here, your honey water is ready. Want to drink it now? I can bring it over to you."
"Leave it there," he said, his voice husky and sexy, perhaps because of the bath he just took.
His eagle eyes focused on her from head to toe, his obsidian-like eyes deep and unfathomable, as if harboring two flames flickering within.
"Oh, okay." Enna hadn't sensed the danger, thinking he wanted to dry his hair before drinking, and quietly placed the cup on the bedside table.
Before she could turn around, suddenly, she was embraced from behind. The scorching breath brushed against her ear, sending a tingling sensation that felt like an electric shock.
Even if Enna was slow to react, she realized something now, her body stiffening, she stammered, "Bar...Baron Lawrence..."
Before her words finished, she was swept horizontally into his arms and tossed onto the bed.
