Aria's POV
“I don't need someone poking around my head. I've got a lot on my table to think about already just end this idea,” Jameson said, his sharp gaze sizing me up before he turned away. His words carried more meaning than just rejecting my suggestion.
I clenched my fists. “You can't move away while I'm still talking to you.”
He ignored me and wheeled forward, making my irritation spike.
“I said, stop!” My voice rose, my patience thinning. I quickened my pace, cutting him off. When I stood before him, I finally saw the subtle frustration on his face. He was upset, but he was trying to hide it under his usual coldness.
“Stop this, Aria. I'm not in the mood for this, and getting me upset won’t end well for us,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous.
“Can't you see that I'm trying
