~THE MANIPULATOR~
His gaze sweeps the entirety of my body, and his eyes blaze with possessiveness. "Whoever tries is going to end up dead."
My eyes thin. "How can you work to save women while actively stalking another?" I challenge, c*****g a brow. He has the nerve to look amused. I have no idea what could possibly be so funny about stalking someone. "I've never stalked anyone before you," he says simply. "Not outside of my job, at least. Definitely not for romantic purposes."
I give him a face, my expression full of incredulity.
"Is that supposed to make me feel special?"
A slow, wicked smirk glides across his face, unbothered by my increasingly burning stare. "I wouldn't mind if it did."
I want to slap him. But the asshole would probably like it, and then turn around and slap me ba
