"Let go of me, you idiot! You're hurting me!"
Making Poppy sit in the seat across from Roman's desk, his security team was trying not to laugh at the feisty little fashion designer. She flopped in the seat, crossing her arms over her chest with a pout. She had bit one man and kicked another in the shin on the way to the office. The five-foot-two woman might have been half their size, but she was little fireball.
Gripping her arm, Anton made her sit, clearly overpowering her. Scowling as he looked her straight in the eye, he said, "Sit! I won't tell you again."
"You're Roman's guy aren't you? I saw you at the opera. Where is that jerk?"
"Claudia, just sit there and shut up. You know who the fuck I am, so stop playing games."
"Stop calling me that. I told you I'm not her."
Anton just rolled his eyes in frustration as he tried to take a deep calming breath. "This was such a bad idea. She's fucking annoying and apparently lost her damn mind."
