"Am I?" She pushed off the wall, swaying slightly but managing to stay upright. "Because you've spent four days treating me like I'm nothing. Like I don't matter. Like that moment yesterday in the conference room meant nothing."
"That's not....."
"So maybe I should let Mark flirt with me. Maybe I should let him buy me drinks and make me laugh and treat me like I'm worth something instead of like I'm...."
She didn't get to finish.
Damien closed the distance between them in two strides, his hand gripping her upper arm....not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to stop her words.
"Don't," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't threaten me with other men. Don't pretend you'd ever let anyone else touch you. We both know that's a lie."
