Anna’s heart pounded, the air in the room changed. It was no longer just her space—it was his, too. Uninvited. Unwanted.
Her fingers curled into her palms as she forced herself to stay composed. Panic wouldn’t help her now.
She lifted her chin. “Mister Kingston, I suggest you leave. My husband wouldn’t appreciate you being here like this.”
Daniel chuckled. A low, amused sound that sent an uneasy shiver down her spine.
“And yet,” he said, stepping closer, “he isn’t here, is he?”
Anna stiffened.
His words were taunting. Deliberate. He wasn’t just standing in her room—he was invading her space, claiming it as his own, testing how much he could get away with.
She refused to let him see her fear.
“If Jaden finds out about this—”
“He won’t.”
His words were smooth, effortless, like he w
