In the dimly lit corridor, Joyce Monroe hadn't expected Silas Thorne to take her hand. Surprise flashed in her eyes as her gaze drifted down to their clasped hands…
His hand was unusually hot.
Their palms pressed together, his body heat invading hers with a dominant force, so searing it made Joyce Monroe's heart suddenly pound.
His grip was so tight that Joyce instinctively tried to pull away.
But he only tightened his grip.
Since Jasper Quinn's eyes were fixed on their clasped hands, he caught the entire subtle exchange. He naturally interpreted it as Joyce being unwilling, but powerless against Silas Thorne's domineering grip.
He clenched his fists, forcing a smile to his lips. "Mr. Thorne, is this really appropriate?"
"Are you questioning my personal affairs, Mr. Quinn?" Silas Thorne asked, his expression gentle.
"I wouldn't dare."
