“We are not lovers, Mr. Jonas.”
“Joel. And it’s only a matter of time, really.”
“Not happening. Not now. Not ever.”
Something ugly flashes across his face.
Gone in an instant.
Replaced by that manic smile again.
“Listen to me, you little shrew. I gave you every opportunity to avoid all this unpleasantness.”
His voice sharpens.
“How many offers does a woman like you even get?”
Horror washes through me.
“You total asshole.”
His eyes narrow.
“You think you rejected me, you fat bitch?”
Of course, insult the woman you covet when she says no.
Typical bully bullshit.
He actually laughs.
A strange, brittle sound.
“No, sweetheart. What you and that Neanderthal boyfriend of yours did was publicly embarrass me.”
His face reddens.
“And now you owe me.”
There it is.
The truth.
Male ego.
Fragile.
Ugly.
Dangerous.
“I don't owe you anything!”
“You led me on!”
“I absolutely did not! You cornered me!”
“Oh, please.”