“What did you think you were doing by throwing yourself at Lucas?” he asked, his voice edged with anger.
“I wasn’t throwing myself at him,” I protested, though my voice wavered.
“You’re so cheap, Elsa. Everyone could smell your arousal back there. The guy just wanted to take you home to screw you, and you were there blushing like a fool,” he said harshly.
His words stung deeply, and for the first time, tears welled uncontrollably in my eyes. I turned my head away, trying to hide my emotions. I reached for the door, only to find it locked.
“Please let me out,” I said, my voice trembling.
“Is that all you have to say?” he snapped. His words had cut through me like a knife. I had no response.
What could I say?
He’d called me cheap and suggested that Lucas’s interest was merely a way
