The two were still in the hotel lobby, but he didn't care.
He grabbed her arm, pushed her against the wall behind her, held her nape, forcing her face up towards him, his lips approaching her face.
"Don't touch me!" Summer Ford's face dodged left and right, her body fiercely struggled in his embrace.
She resisted almost crazily; when provoked, she tended to be wild, kicked him in the groin, and fiercely scratched him several times.
Sean Shaw found no advantage, but suffered plenty, his face stung from the slaps, and several five-finger marks were clawed out.
This woman!
Sean Shaw probably hadn't encountered someone so fiery, rubbed his face with blood marks appearing, ignored her struggle, tried to continue approaching his lips, when a bullet flew past his ear, and a "bang" gunshot suddenly rang out as he snapped back to reality.
Sean Shaw paused for a moment, all actions stopped, and his gaze stiffly turned behind him.
