Noah asked coldly, “What are you going to do, Gwynn? I trust that you know my temper very well.”

She had all but abandoned hope. “I do, but I’m not going to give in to your whims anymore! You’ll know it when I put my plans into action, Noah!”

Her voice was husky. “Can you let me go now? Lorian and Holly are still waiting for me at the penthouse. Gladys is going to be worried sick that I haven’t gone back home for the whole night.”

He grabbed her arm and said, “I’ll give you a ride.”

“Forget