POV: Luci
After the bar
"I still think you're handling this badly."
I looked up from the report on my desk.
Across from me, Clinton sat comfortably in one of the office chairs, looking far too entertained for a man discussing my personal problems.
"You always think I'm handling things badly."
"Because you usually are."
I ignored him.
"You kidnapped your mate."
I looked at him.
"I did not."
Clinton stared.
"Ahmm."
"I invited her."
"You had guards drag her into a VIP room."
I remained silent.
His grin widened.
"You kidnapped your mate."
I rubbed my forehead.
The conversation had been going in circles for ten minutes.
Unfortunately, Clinton was enjoying every second of it.
"You should have seen her face," he continued.
"I did."
"Terrified."
"A nd annoyed."
We stared
