Page 39 of Rebellion

Nope. That was dumb.

“Of course not.”

“Two of you looked chummy back there. Your cousin wouldn’t like that.”

“Was that... are you threatening me?” she asked, feeling ill.

He took a step back, staring down at her in shock. “What? No. Of course not.” He let out a deep sigh. “Fuck. I’m worried about you.”

“Worried? This seems a strange way to show that you’re worried.”

“Inside,” he growled.

Yikes.

Even though she knew she should probably tell him to get lost, there was no way she was doing that. So she walked into her office.

A large Scottish lion walked in on her heels. Or was that a werewolf?

Nope. She had it.

Dragon.

Breathing fire and possession.

There went that imagination again.

Good God. She was losing it.

Moving behind her desk, she put it between them as a barrier of safety. It was the best she could manage.

His lips twitched as though he knew what she was doing and thought it was ridiculous.

That’s because it was. If he wanted to get to her, then this desk wouldn’t help her.

Likely, nothing would.

“You broke your word, Sofia.”

Uh. What the heck was he talking about? She reached up to brush her blonde hair off her face. Then she felt how much her fingers were trembling and quickly lowered her hand, hiding it behind the desk.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said coolly.

Wow. She’d just managed to say that without her voice breaking.

Go, her!

“Are you sure about that?” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

Damn it.

Why did he have to be built so spectacularly? She stared at his biceps, at his firm chest. He had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the tattoos on his forearms that wrapped down over his hands.

She licked her lips, unable to look away.

“Like what you see?” he murmured.

Sofia jumped, working up a glare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but this is my office and it’s inappropriate for you to be in here.”