What did you say?” Damian’s voice was low, dangerous.
“You heard me.”
“Say it again.”
“Hmph.” I turned my face away, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
The knock came again, louder this time.
“We’re busy,” Damian’s voice was sharp but low. “Check the next restroom.”
“We are not,” I snapped, trying to stand, but his hand stayed firmly on my waist, pinning me against the sink.
“This is a meeting setting,” I hissed, my voice low. “And this isn’t your office either.”
Something flickered in his eyes frustration, maybe even regret but it was gone too quickly to read.
“We’ll talk about this later,” he said finally, stepping back just enough for me to breathe. “Clean yourself up and…”
He hesitated, eyes locked on me, as if fighting with himself. Whatever words he wanted to say never
