Clara glanced at him in surprise, struggling in his embrace, but the large hand around her waist showed no signs of loosening.

"Matthew, what do you think you're doing?"

She questioned, her voice pressed down, eyebrows furrowed in irritation.

Matthew took in her frustrated expression, his gaze growing deeper, and the hand on her waist tightened even more. "You have to compensate me."

This statement almost made Clara laugh out loud. "Mr. Garcia, are you short on money ...