Madison glared at him, her golden eyes flashing with a cocktail of indignation and genuine loathing. Her jaw was set tight, her nostrils flaring slightly as she maintained that mask of professional disdain, the look of a high-class actress forced to deal with a common street thug.
'Not this again... I had to endure hell for I don't know how long, but this time...' Madison takes a deep breath. 'I already prepared...'
'I'll make sure that I win...'
To anyone else, she looked untouchable, but to Mike, she looked like a delicious challenge waiting to be broken. And of course, she's being delusional to say that she can actually win today's hell.
As she turned to maintain her distance, Mike didn't let her retreat far enough. He closed the gap with predatory grace, his muscular frame casting a shadow over her slender form.
