Enzo leaned into Evelyn's neck, his back to Michael. Evelyn, hidden from view, gave the terrified intern a silent thumbs-up of approval
"Michael, let's go! Those two clearly can't wait," Michelle's voice was like honey, her hand tugging at Michael's arm. She could feel the vibration of his muscles; his hands were clenched into such tight fists that his knuckles were white.
With a final, murderous look at Evelyn's back, Michael allowed himself to be dragged into the adjacent room.
"SLAM!"
The moment the door closed, Enzo collapsed against the wall, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat. If Evelyn hadn't caught his arm, he would have hit the carpet. She half-dragged him into the room, the very room Michael had paid for.
In the next room, the "gentlemanly" facade Michael had been wearing shattered instantly. He recovered his iceberg expression, leaving Michelle shivering in the sudden chill.
"What happened, Michael?" she stammered, backing away.
