ALANA
All I could do was laugh. I sounded like a maniac but whatever. Did he seriously just say what I think he said? If yes, then clearly, I had to teach him some manners.
Striding towards him—his desk, to be specific; he stood right behind it—I dropped the stupid tray in front of him, uncaring of the slight spill. Knight observed me with narrowed eyes. Angry, narrowed eyes.
I crossed my arms like a total snob. "Excuse me?"
Then, oh-so-slowly, he started to round the table. Slightly staggered under his intense gaze, I stumbled back until my hip met harshly with the corner of a table. Unwillingly, I let out a hiss, rubbing what was surely going to be sore in a few minutes.
Knight's brows pulled down and he halted a few steps away from me, extending a hand as though he wanted to help me. I only raised a brow.
"You okay?"
