ALEX
Seth stood rooted to the spot, just a few steps in front of my sofa. His arms were stiff at his sides, and though his expression was carefully schooled, the slight narrowing of his eyes told me everything I needed to know—he was irritated. No, scratch that—if I gave him the slightest opening, I was very certain he’d unload a string of colorful curses in my direction.
“I apologize if I’m overstepping,” he began, his voice clipped but still holding onto the last strands of politeness. “But this decision you’re making, it’s not going to be good for bu—”
“It’s a good thing no one asked for your business advice,” I interrupted him, finally lifting my eyes from the open book in my lap.
For the record, I had been reading that same page for the past ten minutes, ever since Seth barged in
