Third person's POV
"I don't have anything to discuss with you." Rose said, trying to duck under Warren's arm.
Warren didn't move.
"Going somewhere?" He asked her.
"Yes, to my room!" Rose snapped.
"Your room? Don't you mean the guest room I have graciously provided?" Warren inquired with an amused chuckle. It was obvious he was enjoying himself to her own detriment.
Rose glared at him.
"Fine. The guest room. Now, let me pass." She said.
"Not until we talk." Warren said firmly, not bugging.
"About what? How you got me fired from my job?" Rose's voice rose with anger.
Warren stepped back, giving her a little space, but his gaze held hers.
"Let us discuss this in my study. More private." Warren told her.
"No, here is fine," Rose insisted, her chest heaving up and down.
"It wasn't a request, Rose." Warren's tone left no room for argument.
