His hand circled around, weaving through her long, loose hair until it rested against the delicate skin of her nape.
Before Lianne could even process the sudden, searing touch, she was pulled into Seth Sinclair's arms.
The man's abrupt move stunned her, and for a moment, her mind went blank.
Lianne's cheek was pressed against the soft fabric of Seth Sinclair's clothes. Her eyelashes fluttered as she came to her senses and tried to struggle.
However, his strength was beyond anything she had imagined. She couldn't break free in the slightest.
"Want to watch a live show?" Seth Sinclair's voice was low, lazily drifting down from above her head.
'A live... a live show?'
Lianne was suddenly reminded of the man and woman she had seen passionately French kissing in the hallway, completely lost in the moment. The man's hand had even been inside the girl's clothes.
'This is even more intense than what was happening over there!'
