Meanwhile, Marcus cleaned the juice from his face, and rose to his feet.

Just as Melissa reached for the doorknob, she felt a warmth envelop her; Marcus' body pressed against hers, his hand gently covering hers.

In a raspy tone, he inquired, "Are you upset?"

In that moment, Melissa realized resistance was futile.

Resigned, she replied icily, “What are you doing, Mr. Fowler? If you require assistance so urgently, I actually have some girls on call."