RUTH
"Frank." I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "What exactly is your problem?"
I wasn't expecting him to burst into my office uninvited, much less get all up in my space like this. His sharp suit and expensive cologne didn't impress me one bit.
"My problem? You called me a scumbag," he snapped, his voice low and deliberate. His jaw tightened as his dark eyes burned into mine. "How dare you?"
I snorted and crossed my arms. "Isn't this what scumbags do? Stalking me, showing up at my office unannounced? What do you even want, Mr. Kingsley?"
"Don't flatter yourself," he shot back, taking a step closer. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "You think everything I do revolves around you? Trust me, Ruth, you're not that special."
"Good," I replied, refusing to let the barb sting. "The
