Emily crossed her arms over her chest, pressing down her cleavage in her black and purple sundress, and started tapping her foot, staring down her fated mate with a cheesy smile the size of the Texas sky. He stood opposite her, arms crossed, scowling again from the moment he closed the office door behind him. His bag had slipped and was now hanging from the crook of his elbow, but he didn't bother putting it back on his shoulder.
"Why won't you just believe me when I say, you don't want me?" he growled through gritted teeth.
"Because no one gets to tell me how to feel," Emily said pleasantly, keeping her smile in place. She watched his face twitch through several emotions before adding, "You're not mundane, so what's the harm in getting to know each other?"
His face finally settled on
