Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Don't leave me hanging like this... it's torture..."

His lips-cool and gentle-brushed against the side of her neck.

Jessica jolted, her hands pressing hard against his chest, trying to push him away.

But to Timothy, every bit of her resistance only read as coy reluctance.

He caught her wrists, pinning both arms above her head.

Getting her to surrender wasn't difficult for him. He always had his ways.

Timothy's expression was soft, but beneath that gentleness ran a current of unyielding dominance.

Jessica saw the storm brewing in his eyes.

She shook her head desperately. This time, after they'd come back to the room, he'd locked every door behind them.

If he truly wanted something from her, there would be no escape.

She was so anxious, tears pricked at her eyes.

Her lashes were damp, her cheeks flushed pink, heartbreakingly lovely and fragile.

he wasn't the type to take pleasure in overpowering a woman.

sound of a keycard in the lock. Sheila's hand on the handle-only to find the door bolted from

frowned, immediately hitting the

Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-

Timothy to

handsome face cold and unreadable as he straightened his shirt and calmly

up slowly, tugging at her clothes where Timothy had rumpled them. He had never once cared what

Timothy opened the door.

It was Sheila.

features were

"What is it?"

was

he wasn't in a good mood. She pressed her lips together, apologetic. "I... did I interrupt something? Sorry, but

to get the car. Sheila had brought her luggage upstairs and, for convenience, had left

suitcase. The chill in his expression thawed just a bit. He walked

no move to stop

sadness welled

was crisp, though a few

dark hair was