The knock echoed through the suite, sharp and insistent. Michael pinned Evelyn to the wall, his eyes narrowing into predatory slits. "If that's a man out there, Julian Sin or his brat brother George, you're dead," he hissed against her ear.
Evelyn shoved his chest, her face flushed with a mix of fury and physical agitation. "Get off me!"
Michael didn't move immediately. He leaned in, biting her lower lip hard enough to draw a gasp before finally releasing her. He sauntered back to the bed, propping himself up against the headboard and flicking his silver lighter with nonchalant arrogance.
Evelyn smoothed her hair, straightened her rumpled clothes, and pulled open the door. Standing there was Erica Jones. Her eyes darted past Evelyn, filled with immediate suspicion at her disheveled appearance.
"Let me use your bathroom," Erica said, not waiting for an answer. She pushed past Evelyn into the suite.
