"I will, but first you need to get out," he retorted.
Wayne Bailey's anger surged uncontrollably, from his heart demon arose a wrath, she trampled on him, insulted him...
It was the heart that loved her which couldn't bear this.
She'd rather have anyone else but him, could she bear this extreme rejection, this ultimate insult if she heard it?
"You must have felt so aggrieved, bending over backwards just to accomplish your mission, being my slave for a month!"
"That's fine, I'll just regard you as a barely functional sex toy..."
"Anna Jadwin, must you insult me like this?" Wayne Bailey took hold of her chin, forcing her to look him in the face, "Can't we communicate nicely?"
She knew how much each word of hers wounded him.
Each word, each sentence... a pain that was etched into his very bones... a pain he would likely find hard to forget.
"You know I hold grudges—"