"Jose?" She turned back to look at him, confusion and puzzlement in her eyes.
His answer was to yank her forcefully into his arms!
Without giving her any chance to protest, he pinned her against the wall and lowered his head to capture her lips.
His kiss, like the man himself, was domineering and ruthless, an overwhelming force that drove her back step by step!
Her retreat only made him push his advantage further, stealing her breath and leaving her a little weak.
"Jose." Her breathing was a little chaotic, but the words that slipped out carried an unintentional hint of a shy little woman.
Jose Floyd held her and walked out, then bent down, covering her body.
With that brief instant of respite, her reason returned by a fraction.
Her hands pushed lightly at the man on top of her, her voice soft as water: "Jose, go drink the hangover tea, otherwise your head will hurt later."
