---- Chapter 82 Tara steadied her nerves, pushed the meal cart to Soren's door, and raised her hand to knock a few times. "It's not locked." Soren's voice came from inside. Tara pushed the door open and walked in quickly. She wanted to move as fast as she could, afraid Soren might get upset. Soren sat on the couch, watching her move efficiently like he might just... eat her alive. He spoke slowly, "Shawn's not as simple as he looks.

Stay away from him." Tara hadn't expected him to say that instead of flying off the handle. She didn't really understand why Soren would say something like that, but he knew Shawn better than she did. Tara looked at Soren. His posture was relaxed, and neither his expression nor the tone of his voice suggested he was bluffing. But what did it matter to her if Shawn was complicated or not? It wasn't like she was going out of her way to get close to him.

This morning, she had no choice but to ---- share the ride with him. "You're overthinking it, Mr. Farrell. I didn't mean to get close to Mr. Wilhelm." Soren let out a mocking laugh. "Then, how come you keep getting in his car, both coming and going? And during meals, you're always standing by his side." His tone was nonchalant, but no matter how she heard it, it hada jealous edge. Tara placed the last dish on the table, then stepped back a few feet to create some space. "It's my job.

I treat all of you the same." Soren's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "That's not how it looks to me." Tara realized he was hinting that he wasn't her first choice. She told him the truth. "Mr. Farrell... you kind of scare me." That made his face darken. He didn't say anything else and just stared at her. She felt a chill run through her under his gaze and took the chance to quickly push the meal cart out of his room. Luckily, Soren didn't try to stop her tonight.

She delivered Shawn's dinner last. Half the dinner shift was complete. She still had to collect the empty plates ---- later. She went into each band member's room to collect the dishes. Strangely, Lance didn't even look at her. Soren, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. From the moment she walked in, his eyes never left her, making it impossible for Tara to even glance in his direction. Still, she managed to gather the plates and leave his room.

After leaving Shawn's room, she pushed the meal cart toward the elevator, thinking, "Lance is probably starting to lose interest in me. As for Soren... I'd probably have to drag it out a bit longer before he got fed up again." At 8:30 pm, she got off work and returned to her room. She sat on the couch for a bit and nearly forgot she had to bring Lance a glass of milk. Around 9:10 pm, Tara warmed up a glass of milk and brought it upstairs for Lance.

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She knocked on his door, and when he responded, she walked in with the milk. Lance wasn't in the living room. Tara was about to set the milk down there when his tall figure stepped out of the bedroom. She bent down slightly to place the milk on the coffee ---- table. Seeing Lance, she gave him a polite smile. "Mr. Swain, your milk is here." Her smile was the typical professional kind. Lance's cold gaze quietly fixed on her.

Tara sensed something wasn't right and turned around to bolt for the door. But Lance grabbed her wrist. Before she could react, her feet left the ground. She was slung over Lance's shoulder when she opened her eyes again. She was so scared that she froze. Panicking , she said, " Mr. Swain, put me down, now!" He carried her straight into the bedroom. He did put her down, but onto the soft bed, which still carried his dark, musky scent.

Scarcely had Tara settled on the bed when Lance suddenly loomed over her, pressing her firmly against the mattress . His face was just inches from her, their noses almost touching. His deep black eyes, once shrouded and unreadable, now revealed everything. He made no attempt to hide his desire. "You had the nerve to get in another man's car right in front of me?" ---- The low timbre of his voice held a threat that even Soren's unpredictable temper couldn't match.

His words, spoken close to her ear, ignited a surge of panic within Tara. Desperate, she shoved against him with all her might, yet he remained an immovable weight. Her voice trembled. "I... I've already turned you down. Lance murmured darkly against her ear, "You're such a bad girl." "M-Mr. Swain..." She had barely got her words out when his mouth claimed hers, silencing her. His kiss consumed her protests , his entire being engrossed in the act.

2 The sudden sound of a ringing phone interrupted the heated moment. Though his eyes were tinged with red, his face held its previous coolness. He muted the phone's sound and lowered his head to kiss her once more. But before long, the phone rang again. Lance sat up and turned it off. As he leaned down to kiss Tara once more, someone knocked on the door. "Lance? Why'd you turn your phone off? I heard it ---- ringing inside. I just wrote a new song.

Come listen and see if it fits you." No one responded. Soren kept knocking like he wouldn't stop until the door opened. Lance pulled back from Tara's lips, his face dark as if ready to punch Soren. He whispered hoarsely in her ears, "Wait here." Then, he got out of bed and threw on a coat. He opened the door, his face stormy. Soren gave him a once-over. "You're wearing a coat indoors?" The bedroom door closed again. Tara slowly came back to her senses.

Her pretty face flushed red as she sat up in bed. Her mind was a complete blank from panic. Her lips were red from Lance's kiss. She didn't even hear the sound of the bedroom door opening.