The moment she hung up, Waylen had pulled her over and firmly pressed her down on the piano.

Her lithe figure lay beneath him and the piano seemed to resonate, as if lamenting...

Looking down at the woman beneath him, Waylen asked in a low, deep voice, "Rena, do you fancy that kind of boy?"

Rena felt both embarrassed and infuriated.

“That's none of your business, Waylen. Let go of me.”