Just as Henry Hayes was lost in his pleasant fantasy, he noticed the manager and the security guards behind him weren't budging.
Displeased, Henry Hayes glared at them. "What are you all standing around for? I'm your VIP! Have you forgotten what your superiors told you to do?"
The manager shook his head. "We haven't forgotten."
"Good. Then hurry up and tie up those two on the sofa for me!" Henry Hayes snapped, his temper flaring at the sight of Aurora Sterling on the couch. 'It was clearly because of me that these people even got into this private room today. And now here I am, miserably on my feet, while she and her pretty boy are sitting there like they own the place.'
