Page 174 of Kai
His voice rises.
“You were practically gushing over all the donors I brought to that fundraiser for these stupid brats.”
The nerve.
The absolute nerve.
“Admit it, Red.”
“Do not call me Red.”
“You got all hot and bothered and then overreacted when I tried to get some of what you'd been flashing all night in that tight dress.”
I feel sick.
Not ashamed.
Angry.
Violently angry.
“My dress has nothing to do with anything!”
His smile turns cruel.
“You were begging for attention.”
“No.”
“You wanted me.”
“No.”
“You wanted?—”
“No, Mr. Jonas, you are grossly mistaken! And you don't get to touch people without consent!”
For one second, his expression turns frightening.
Cold.
Flat.
Almost empty.
Then the smile comes back.
“Really? Tell that to your roided-out thug boyfriend who attacked me for no reason!”
My hands are shaking now.
Not from fear.
From fury.
“Get out.”
He doesn't move.
