“You jot that one down, and I will punch you so hard in the throat that you won’t be able to do a speech when you win tomorrow.” I smile sweetly as I deliver my threat. He chuckles. This time not with me, but at me. His eyes darken as he leans in. “If you’re going to hit me, you’re going to want to make sure you knock me the fuck out so I can’t come after you for punishment,”
