CHAPTER 17
"Who do you think you are, general?" He asked with squinting eyes. Exerting a little strength to stop the weapon she had on her hand. He gripped her wrist a little too tight. And he knew it hurt as he noticed her hard face wavered, but her eyes were filled with so much contempt for him. Oh, how it turns him on.
He glanced at the dinner knife she managed to keep from her dinner. It almost made him smile. Almost. But how she responded to his extended kindness he never had made him feel a bit insulted. And he had to show her that he wasn't that tolerating. Hell. He never tolerates things, especially someone he never knew.
