Andrew easily caught Chantelle's hand mid-strike. Then, he stepped forward sharply, pinning her against the wall in one smooth move.

"You—" she growled, the spark in her eyes flaring with real anger. She lifted her knee, aiming a kick at him.

However, Andrew was faster. His leg slipped between hers, firm and unyielding, stopping her in place.

Chantelle's breath caught. She could feel the pressure of his muscular thigh locking her in place, and her heartbeat pounded wildly.

How could this