The hotel suite transformed into something unrecognizable the moment Mrs. Harriet ended that call. Liam barely had time to process what was happening before she was on him, straddling his hips with a force that made the mattress creak. Her hands found his shoulders, nails digging into flesh as she pushed him flat against the sheets.
"You wanted this," she growled, her voice completely different from the composed lawyer he'd known. "Now you're going to get it."
Liam's hands instinctively went to her hips, but she grabbed his wrists and slammed them above his head. The movement was so sudden, so violent, that his head snapped back against the pillows. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear.
"Don't fucking move unless I tell you to."
