Nancy Hughes, now free, turned to leave, but stopped when she saw Dylan Heston starting to take off his clothes.
She swallowed hard. "What are you doing, taking off your clothes!"
"What do you think?"
She shook her head violently. It wasn't that she couldn't guess, but that she didn't dare to.
Dylan Heston shrugged off his suit jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt. He left it wide open, clearly revealing the firm muscles of his chest.
He strode toward Nancy Hughes, who backed away repeatedly. "Don't come any closer! Calm down, it's the middle of the day!"
Watching him warily, she kept backing up until there was nowhere left to go, her back pressed firmly against the wall.
She was about to warn him not to do anything rash, but before she could speak, he had already grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.
"Let go of me. I have to get back to the office." But she couldn't pry his hand away, and she couldn't sit up.
