Emily’s POV.
The second the elevator doors shut, I felt the walls closing in. Not because of the tight space…but because of him. Cole Greyson. The one man I never wanted to be alone with.
I folded my arms, letting out a sharp breath.
“Perfect. Just perfect.”
Cole leaned against the wall, adjusting his cufflinks like he hadn’t just ruined my entire night. “You’re welcome.”
My head snapped toward him. “Excuse me?”
“You said ‘perfect.’ I assumed you were thanking me.” His smirk was lazy, smug, infuriating.
My hands curled into fists. “You seriously have zero self-awareness.”
His eyes flicked toward me, cool and disinterested. “And you have zero gratitude.”
A bitter laugh left my lips. “Gratitude? For what? For having to fake a marriage with the one person I hate most in this world?
