Erick’s POV
This woman knows how to irritate me.
“What are you thinking? Are we doing this or not? Unless your machismo prevents you from seeing how a pregnant woman works.”
Who does she think she is to talk to me like that?
“You're an irritating woman; you think you know a lot about me.”
She approaches and starts taking measurements of my right arm without taking her eyes off me.
“I can't say that I know you—a man who was about to run me over. Well, I don't know, prince, as you're accustomed to.”
She makes me angry, and I can't think with her judging me.
“If it bothers you so much, let's end this. Send someone else.”
“You don't understand. I told you that I'll do this, whether you like it or not. I'm here, after all, you're the one to blame for our encounter.”
She adjusts hersel
