The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 36

She was backed up against the wall, literally, her body pressing against the icy cold marble. She let out a gasp of surprise.

The next second, Lysander braced one hand against the wall, half enveloping her in his chest, the other hand lifting her chin, forcing her to look up into his eyes.

He towered over her, looking down at her like she was nothing more than an insignificant ant.

"You seem really like this bathroom, huh?" his husky voice slid out from his throat.

The scent of sandalwood emanating from him, the strong masculine presence, was all assaulting Thalassa.

She couldn't help but remember the kiss from that morning, leaving her feeling weak.

Her long eyelashes fluttered unconsciously, her voice softening, "It's not that I like it here, it's just my job."

Cleaning bathrooms was indeed part of her job.

Lysander sneered coldly, "Oh, it's your job? You've got a unique perspective."

She was here again because she enjoyed the benefits she got the last time.

Did she like watching men? Or, did she like watching him?

"I know my place. I wouldn't dare to overstep. Mr. Sinclair, would you let me go?" Thalassa said. The man before her was too intimidating, especially with her pinned against the wall, his strong masculine presence seeping into every pore of her skin.

She felt like her blood was flowing backwards, leaving her numb and weak. Even her voice came out soft and weak.

She didn't mean to walk in on him. She even coughed before entering to alert anyone inside, who knew he wouldn't respond?

She walked in and he just stood there, how was that her fault?

Thalassa forced a laugh, her crystal clear eyes fluttering nervously, her eyelashes flickering like the wings of a butterfly.

Her voice was as small as a mosquito, ending in a soft, appealing note.