Elsie's POV
Just a few steps almost to the doorknob of the house, Nathan's voice rebuked behind him. Fuck my life. He's going to be annoying by trying me like a corruption suspect and I can't stand him. Her tenor voice stopped my hand from moving on the doorknob. I moaned softly before finally turning around to face him.
The skeptical gaze and judging Nathan seemed to be stripping me. His eyes moved to look me up and down. His eyebrows knit together in disapproval.
"Didn't you look like Taylor Swift a few days ago?"
I rolled my eyes in disgust. "Joking."
"Where are you going, hmm? Feasibility again?" Nathan stepped closer. "Go back to your room."
"No way."
"Elisabeth Sven Cavern, I beg you."
