It made me angrier.
"Put the files down," I said.
She set them on the edge of the desk carefully, like she was afraid of making a sound.
"Look at me."
She looked up. Those eyes of hers were glassy and enormous, and I felt the muscle in my jaw pull tight.
"Whatever you think happened in DC..." I started.
"Mr. Stark, I..."
"I'm speaking." My voice came out flat, and she went quiet immediately. I straightened to my full height and kept my eyes on hers because I needed her to hear this clearly, and I needed to say it clearly, and I needed us both to be on the same page before another second passed. "Whatever you think happened between us — it was one night. One lapse in judgment under a specific set of circumstances that neither of us was prepared for and that will not be repeated. I wa
