Amelia’s POV
“You’re—-flustered,” he says softly as if holding back a laugh.
“I'm not!” I snap. Surprisingly, too fast and too defensive.
“If you say so. But I do think you are my dear,” he continues. His tone was maddeningly certain as though he knew every reaction of mine.
For a beat, we just stare at each other. Both eyes glaring at the other. My anger collides with his infuriating calm as his eyes search mine, not flinching, not moving. Just staring.
Then in the blink of an eye, something flickers in those damm eyes of his. Interest. That damn smirk I’d seen a couple of minutes ago curves his mouth again. Making me more pissed than ever.
I shove back from my table, standing to my feet quickly so that I'm no longer caged in his closeness. Totally ignoring the fact that official
