In the doorway stood his visibly pissed mate.
Her face was hard, her lips were firm, her eyes shimmered from subdued rage, her blond hair was in disarray, and heat radiated off her like a solar emission.
She looked like a different person, with flushed skin, pinkened cheeks, bright eyes, and hair that looked like it swayed in the wind from her fury.
Wayne felt a thrill surge through him. She looked so formidable in her crazed state, that he felt she could strike him down with the power in her stare. A sense of satisfaction trickled down his spine, to know he was responsible for the pleasure that had tinted her cheeks.
Feigning a sigh of boredom, he quickly tucked away the paper in his shirt pocket and asked “What is it?”
“How dare you?!” she thundered.
“How dare I what?” he asked i
