“Lower your voice,” he says, his smile fading.
“I will not!” I shout.
“Lower your voice now, little girl,”
His voice is stern and menacing, and I’m pissed off that it turns me on to no end.
“You think you can just leave me waiting for you like some kind of idiot? You think you can just ignore me? You’ve got another thing coming!”
I turn on my heel and stomp back to my room, ignoring the three or four customers left in the bar at this late hour who stare at me in shock.
Again!
Again, he just tells me to… I’m angry enough I could explode. I’m falling in love with him and he just won’t… won’t…
The moment after I slam my door, I let out a long loud scream. I want to break things, but I somehow manage to keep myself from destroying anything. The nerve of him! He had plenty of time to go in the office and change into a shirt that wasn’t covered with wine, but he didn’t have time to come see me? What the hell is up with that?
I’m fuming.
I’m livid.
I’m irate.
I’m ready to explode in the worst kind of way, and I can’t believe I’ve gotten myself into such a state over Micah. Why in the world do I have to be so stupid as to think I’m falling in love with him? Why can’t I just keep him at a distance like everyone else?
I’m losing the battle about wanting to break things, and the only thing that keeps it from happening is a knock at my door. I know it’s Micah and I’m glad he’s here. It’s time he got an earful. It’s time I gave him a piece of my mind and put him in his place!