Obsession

He smiles, to my chagrin. "You seem to have an attitude, Ms. Avery. How about I move you up to my office. Not a lot of people can handle tempers like yours."

My jaw slackens, before I shut it immediately.

What fucking attitude? I barely said anything to this infuriating brat. Maybe I should have a temper tantrum, break his fingers off and shove them down his throat.