My eyes widen in disbelief. I've done nothing but listen to all of his damn requests on this trip even going as far as to help him in the plane and just then at the reception desk. All of this, after he disrespected me and used me at the party, then without any explanation, left me high and dry feeling like discarded trash.
Before I can stop it, a maniacal laugh escapes from my lips.
His eyes blaze with rage, 'I fail to see the humour in what I just said.'
'I guess you'll never see it then.' I glare at his reflection and push past the arm that is blocking me. I'm honestly so done with him and his horrible attitude. I just want to go and relax in the bathroom. I need a damn break from him.
But he slams his hand back up with more force than necessary making the window vibrate from contact. I'm trapped between his arms again, but this time I don't have the comfort of the window as a barrier and so I'm forced to stand face to face with him. Having this perfect specimen of a man this close, is tough on a woman's lady bits.
His leans down and growls out, 'I don't believe that I dismissed you Ms Lovic.'
Trying to keep it civil I stare at him dead in the eye, 'Okay, Mr Milordov what would you like from me then?'
His emerald eyes gleam in the sunlight, 'I want an apology from you for not knowing your place!'
My eyes nearly bug out of my head, 'I'm sorry, what did you just say?', Oh hell no. He did not just say what I think he did.
He stares down at me, 'You heard me. Now try again.'
I'm in utter shock, and don't say anything. 'Come on I haven't got all day!'
My jaw is clenched tight with restraint, 'What an absolute joke. This is completely ridiculous. I haven't done anything worth apologizing over. Now move your goddamn hand before I bite it off!'
His green gaze blazes from my rebellious comment. 'That's not what you were preaching a few seconds ago. I thought you were going to give me what I want.'
I guffaw, 'Haven't you ever heard the expression "sarcasm", thought a man of your stature might have picked up on that.'
His Russian accent is more pronounced as his irritation bleeds through his voice, 'Why yes I have. But you are the one who made the offer. Last time I checked sarcasm is usually followed after a statement not a question. Or am I wrong?' He arches his brow at me, daring me fight him.
I relent, 'Okay fine maybe it wasn't sarcasm per se' his eyes light up with triumph, 'But that was before I knew what you were going to ask me. If I had known you were going to ask me to say something ridiculous then I wouldn't have even thrown the offer out'.
His facial features morph into an expression of boredom; 'I suppose I should expect nothing less from a woman that was going to quit my company as soon as she got there.' Oh he did not just go there. My heart beats faster infused with rage that is only growing. I am so sick and tired of his rude and disrespectful attitude towards me.
He drops his hand and starts to walk off dismissing me, as if I am no longer of any interest to him. Nothing but a shiny new toy that has lost it's value. I should be happy. If he leaves me alone then I'll have my long awaited peace and best of all I won't feel guilty about crossing the line and mixing personal pleasure with business.
But instead of feeling happy, I feel an enormous amount of anger churning through me. And although I don't want to admit it, I feel a prickling of hurt at his easy dismissal of me.
Before I can think better of it, I catch up to him and grab his shoulder pushing him back around to face me and grasp his collar jerking him down toward me so that we are eye level. His eyes widen as if he hadn't predicted these turn of events.
'Fine—I'm sorry for helping you with your secret phobia of flying. I'm sorry for helping you sort out our room issue with the receptionist. I'm sorry that I ended up agreeing to your forced coercion of me coming along for this trip when your receptionist could have easily come.' His eyes narrow at me when I mention his receptionist. 'And last of all I'm sorry that I even allowed you to have your way with me at the club.' I say with as much venom as I can.
I release him from my grip. This time I am the one to dismiss him, as I start to head toward the bathroom. 'Jasmina open the door!' I hear him calling out and knocking on the door, trying to get my attention but I tune him out.
I am officially done with him. I'm sick of him confusing me and doing what he wants with my body. Not to mention his kingly complex and rude attitude towards me. I don't understand why he hates me so much.