Hooking a leg around his calf, she grabbed the waistband of his trousers, grunted once and twisted, slamming him down on the wooden boards with her on top of him. She wasted no time in straddling his waist and sandwiching his arms between his ribs and her thighs, one palm splayed over his chest whilst the other was balled in a fist and the connecting forearm was jammed against the man’s throat.

She bent low using her weight to keep him down and hissed, “Who are you and what are you doing in my bedroom?”