Evelyn let out a helpless sigh and began to slide out from the booth. But the very second her foot touched the floor, a large, warm palm shot out, firmly clamping around her slender wrist.
She paused, turning her head to look back at him with deep suspicion. Michael's dark, fathomless eyes were staring directly into her soul, his deep voice carrying a slight, freezing edge. "You aren't permitted to leave my sight tonight."
Evelyn found the sheer absurdity of his possessiveness almost comical. "Am I not even permitted to utilize the restroom, Mr. Thorn?"
Hearing her quiet chuckle, the man's iron grip instantly loosened, his fingers retreating as a faint, unmistakable crimson tint rapidly flushed across his sharp cheekbones. "Are you intentionally making a fool out of me, Evelyn Sin?" he muttered, a rare touch of fluster disrupting his baseline.
