Ruelle brought her hands up slowly, her breath growing shaky.
One minute she had been dancing. The next, she was being chased. And now, just when she thought she was safe, a gun was pointed directly at her.
Jake's frigid eyes stayed fixed on her, scanning her from head to toe.
Ruelle's heart skipped—not from disgust this time, but from shock. Her mind scrambled to make sense of the situation, to explain it, to survive it. It was understandable… what he might think. What he might do.
Why else would a person enter his room dressed like this?
Not to mention she had locked the door.
Her throat tightened as realization set in, the silence in the room pressing heavily against her ears, broken only by her uneven breathing.
"P… please, I mean no harm," she stammered, her voice trembling greatly.
Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as Jake slowly lowered his weapon. He tucked it behind his waistband. He was shirtless.
