I'm hauled over his burly shoulder as we head for the elevator, suited men following right behind him, I'm still kept over his shoulder during the whole elevator ride back to the penthouse, struggling and shouting for him to let me down. We make it into the penthouse and I'm tossed roughly on the sofa, hair flying everywhere, I flip my hair backward to see Andrei seating on the table in front of the sofa watching me with eyes sharp as a dagger with anger, he's wearing joggers and a tank top, ...