I had never imagined running into Elliott again would happen in such an awkward setting.
The hatred in his gaze was almost palpable, every word laced with sarcasm—a far cry from the pure and kind-hearted boy I once knew.
I smoothed the hem of my dress and met his glare with cool detachment. "Sir, your question is highly inappropriate for a woman who has just been harassed."
"Jolene, stop making things up!" Hall interjected instantly, his voice laced with panic. He was clearly afraid Sarah might believe me.
It was as if he wasn't the same man who had just pressed himself against my leg moments ago.
"Save your excuses," I retorted sharply. "I'm not responsible for your overactive imagination."
While Hall and I were exchanging barbs, Elliott stepped forward.
His expression was complex—
