Vanessa doesn’t move when she sees me. Neither does she blink. The smile on her face just gets wider, as if she’s been expecting me.
Roman, who is seated behind his desk, doesn’t even spare me a glance as he mutters, “Nice of you to join us.”
Vanessa flips her blonde hair over her shoulder as she approaches me.
“Stay the hell away from me,” I grit out, my gaze moving to Roman. “What the hell is she doing here?”
“Rude,” Vanessa scoffs, her brows shooting up so high they nearly disappear under her hair. “I’m right here. Don’t act like I’m not.”
A hot feeling I recognize as anger begins to burn its way up from my stomach to my chest.
I hate it.
Hate that someone like her is able to elicit this emotion from me just by being present. “You’re in no position to make demands, Vanessa,” I
