Her guards were raised and Hazel tightened her grasp on her phone. But before her finger could press on the dial, slender fingers slid down her wrist, curling around it and the phone in her hand disappeared.
Hazel looked at the towering figure in front of her. The sudden proximity caused a manly scent to invade her senses, making her dizzy.
She backed away almost immediately, ''What do you think you are doing?"
''You...''
When Hazel moved to gaze at the manager, she realized that the man was fleeing away from the terrace with his staff members.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, ''What...''
''Shhh,'' the man removed his hold from her wrist and hurled her phone backward such that it landed on the chair in the distance, ''It's me.''
