POV: Eli
Feisty?! Eli thought as he paced the floor of his office with anxiety. Is he talking about her?
He buried his face in his hands as he contemplated Marco's obscure words. No. It's not possible.
He didn't like being kept in the dark. He didn't like being kept from her. He didn't like that the lucky son of a b***h was able to be in the same room with her while he was forced to keep his distance.
Three loud knocks on his door brought him back to the present. The knock was merely for formality because not a minute later, Marco Alfonso barged inside and gave Eli a waggish punch on the shoulder.
Before Eli could react, Marco sailed to the mini bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey.
Eli gritted his teeth as he watched his friend get acquainted with his expensive selection of whi
