Elena’s POV
“You need to relax, it was a joke,” Jeremiah said, his voice still thick with that annoying, self-satisfied vibration of a laugh.
I didn’t look at him. I kept my back turned, feeling the heat crawl up my neck and settle in my cheeks. My heart was still hammering against my ribs from the way he had just cornered me, and the fact that he found my genuine fear amusing made my blood boil. I took a steadying breath, trying to push down the urge to scream. He was a jerk. A high-class, arrogant jerk who thought the world existed for his entertainment.
“I need you to find a sense of humor,” he continued, oblivious to my silent rage. “Tonight isn't just a dinner. I need you by my side to help me shake things up on this blind date.”
I finally turned around. I didn't hide my expressio
