Yoric hesitated briefly, his eagerness faltering, but the power in Clyde's voice left no room for refusal. Nodding, he excused himself, leaving the private room with the door clicking softly behind him.
The moment Yoric was gone, the atmosphere shifted. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in as the tension became electric. Clyde wasted no time. He was out of his chair and beside me in an instant, his hand on my arm as he pulled me closer. His lips brushed my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
