She nodded. "Yes, Zane Lennox came by."
The moment she spoke, she felt his grip on her wrist tighten. He seemed angry.
"And this room? Did he come in here?" Elliot Sheridan's lips were suddenly against Georgia Thorne's neck, his voice a low murmur.
Georgia Thorne frantically shook her head. "No, he didn't come in here."
'Even if he had, I wouldn't dare admit it.'
Elliot Sheridan was terrifying when he was angry, and Georgia Thorne was scared of setting him off.
Like a docile little lamb, she said softly, "Even if he wanted to come in, I wouldn't have let him."
'I don't like strange men in my room. My room is like my heart—letting someone in feels like they're prying into my most private thoughts, and it makes me uncomfortable.'
Hearing her answer, the displeasure on Elliot Sheridan's face eased slightly.
His hot palm rested on her waist. "Do you understand your position now?"
"I-I know!" Georgia Thorne nodded quickly.
