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His innate power makes me want to prove myself. Prove that he might own everything, but he doesn’t own me.
I don’t wait for him to call me over. I cross the giant lobby, diving headfirst into the thick energy that settles between our bodies.
“I told you to wait at your desk,” Sazuki growls.
“And I decided I wouldn’t do that.” I arch an eyebrow at him. “It’s lunch, Mr. Sazuki. My personal time. And I can do what I want within this hour.”
He steps a little closer to me, his gaze intensifying. “Are you trying to test me, Miss Williams?”
My chest rises and falls with every enraged breath. My heart thuds so hard it nearly drowns out the music pouring through the café speakers.
I stare up at him, refusing to back down. It doesn’t take me long to see the flash of annoyance in his gaze.
Rather than scare me, it energizes me. Anger is an emotion I can understand. One I can feed off of. He can’t hide behind a stern face. Quick flashes of dimples. Dry, cold words. The more I can get him to react, the more in control I’ll feel.
From now on, that’s my plan.
I’ll show the big, brooding dragon that he should never corner a mouse.
CHAPTER6
LAB RAT IN LOVE
SAZUKI
“This place is incredible.”Miss Williams gawks at the machines in Adam’s ‘shed’—a vastly inaccurate label for his large, expensive, and eerie laboratory.
“Thank you.” Adam smiles at her.
Dejonae smiles back.
I grunt in distaste.
Miss Williams did not speak a word to me on the ride to Adam’s estate. Now that we are no longer alone, she seems full of conversation.
Her footsteps halt in front of a robot arm. “You design robots?”
“I don’t ‘design’ them per say.” Adam draws closer to her and places both hands on his hips. Gifting the arm with an admiring eye, he explains, “I put things together. Consider me like a toy builder. Except my toys are complicated and expensive.”
Dejonae laughs as if Adam just delivered the world’s funniest joke.
Adam sticks out his chest, preening.
I stomp forward. “Enough chatter. Tell her why she’s here.”
Dejonae slants me a scolding look.
I return a frosty glare of my own.
“Dejonae, let me introduce you to…” Adam walks further into the lab and clicks a button. A light flickers on and he makes a sweeping gesture with his arm. “MTB.”
“That’s a very uncomfortable-looking headband,” Dejonae says.
“It’s not a headband. It’s a highly sensitive sound engine receiver for deaf musicians.”
Her eyebrows wrinkle.
Adam’s hands flutter the way they do when he is excited and is forcing himself to slow down. “Think of the MTB as a Bluetooth device. It transmits ‘sounds’ via vibrations to the listener’s head. Different types of vibrations allow for distinguished ‘sounds’. In that way, someone who’s deaf canhearmusic.”
