“I really think we should discuss this in private,” he says, reaching for my hand again. I cross my hands behind my back, out of reach, and just stare him down, wordlessly warning him. “All right.” He gives a careless shrug. “That night in the alley when we fuc—” I clamp my hand over his mouth and drag him by the arm into the conference room. He closes the door behind us and leans against it, a smug smile on his disgustingly handsome face.
