oe

e phone receiver. His voice on the oth

he

and walked toward the door tha

, tossing a game-worn hockey puck from one hand to the other,

k with tension. I could hear m

ore his desk, my eyes fixed on the f

just stared at me, his ice-bl

ed up his desk p

ng up with guys at parties," he ordered the person on the other e

t blacklisting her. He was going to

slapped the hockey puck onto the

s voice laced with mockery

resh humiliation. I

is arms over his chest like an emperor. "So, when can

and "service," the insult in his

I lifted my head and met his gaze directly. "Mr. St

et and opened my banking app.

my reaction was completely beyond his expectations. The mockery in his eyes di

y?" His voice dr

repeated, gathering all my courage. "And t

saw the muscles in his jaw tighten, the

r and stalked around the

backed away instinctively until my back hit

next to my head, trapping me

o. "Done?" He smirked, but there was no warmth in it. "Who do you think yo

crawl into my bed, you take my money, and now you want to play i

ed me. It was the look of a pred

s too scare

sive. "The moment you stepped into my room, you starte

oser, his lips

't get t

k, his composure returning a

s desk, adjusted his

out," he

y ran out of

cked the door, and slid down to

ossessive, controlli