Annabelle Linton looked at the strange man before her and paused.
Her gaze fell on his leering eyes and prominent beer belly, and a dark glint flickered in her own. She instantly put two and two together.
She'd been set up.
From the moment wine was spilled on her to her arrival in this private lounge, everything had been orchestrated by someone else.
'Who could it be?'
Annabelle Linton's eyes narrowed, her expression turning icy. "Can't you see this lounge is occupied? Get out!"
Dressed only in a bathrobe, she couldn't possibly leave.
"Get out? Why would I get out? I have no intention of leaving now that I'm here. Hey, little beauty, doing it in a place like this must be a real thrill. Wanna give it a try?"
The man's eyes roamed over Annabelle Linton, who was clad in a white silk bathrobe.
