"Aren't you going to get some water?" Stanhope Brown asked, lifting his cup.
Grace Gordon hurriedly moved forward to grab her water cup. But just as she got her hands on the cup... it was yanked by Stanhope, pulling her into his arms... before pressing her against the wall.
Grace Gordon's bright, black eyes trembled as she stared at Stanhope Brown, looking like a scared little deer tucked away.
Did he... did he just pin me against the wall?
"What... what are you doing?" Grace Gordon asked, her voice lacking confidence. She glanced down at Stanhope's damp waist... which extended to a place she shouldn't be seeing.
Grace's face turned even redder. She licked her lips and tried to find somewhere to set her eyes. "I'm thirsty..." she said.
"Mm…" Stanhope's strong arms propped against the wall on either side of Grace. He bent over, one leg stretching back, and stared at her. "I know..." he said.
With that, Stanhope moved his flawless handsome face closer to Grace.