Rose’s voice trembled as she stepped forward. “Um, sir… c-can you show me around so I can start my job?” she stammered.
Lucas didn’t answer right away. He circled her slowly, like a predator sizing up prey. “Miss Rose,” he said finally, low and dangerous, “don’t act like you don’t remember what you did.” He stopped in front of her and stared.
Rose froze. Her throat tightened. She had no words.
“You slapped me,” he continued, voice flat. “Me. Lucas Creed. Son of Damien Creed.” He paused, letting the name hang in the air.
“You deserved it for calling me a w***e,” Rose said, voice shaking. She stepped forward, standing as if she were trying to make herself taller. She met him eye to eye.
Lucas laughed, but it was cold. He leaned down until his face was inches from hers, towering over her
