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God, I don’t think it’s just the photos I’ve been scanning from the internet rumor mills. I can’t believe it didn’t hit me sooner.
But to be fair, I only argued with the kayaking maniac for a few minutes and his posture is everything.
It’s thewayhe stands with those big shoulders bowed and that arrogant little curl of his lips.
The faded scar lashing down one tanned cheek I barely noticed until now, the huge folded arms—it all signals a man who’s wrapped in pure aggression.
“What’s this? Is this a joke?” His glare flicks from me to Miss Cho, who’s standing right behind me.
What?
My jaw drops. This man looked me dead in the face and had the audacity to call me a ‘what’?
Oh, hell no.
“The young lady selected for the inaugural Young Influencers program, sir,” Cho says coolly, not even remotely ruffled.
It’s like she expected this.
Like she deals with his attitude all the time.
Well, what else? If she works for him, she knows he’s a titanium jerkface.
“If you recall,” she continues, “we made our selection recently and she’s finished the press material. I forwarded you her résumé, social profiles, and application.”
“I remember,” he snaps.
“This is our winning candidate, Miss Destiny Lancaster.” Miss Cho gives a small sweep of her hand like she’s presenting a lowly peasant to a Roman emperor.
It’s so tiresome.
At least Fosterlooksat me for longer than three stormy seconds this time before he decides he wants to rip my head off.
His gaze burns with a braising contempt as it travels down my body.
Oof, forget my head.
It’s more like he’s ripping off my clothes so he can judge me.
Mind, body, soul, and everything in between.
I have to fight the urge to cover myself with my hands, and I’m not the type of delicate flower who ever wilts under a man’s eyes.
Only, I can’t just flick this guy off for giving me an angry eye-fucking I never asked for and go about my day.
I’m frozen as he drinks me in, his strong throat working. I swear the sound of him swallowing echoes through the room.
Yeah, I can’t take this anymore.
“Well?” I clear my throat loudly, coughing into my hand for emphasis.
His nostrils flare before that stern gaze snaps back to Miss Cho.
“Find someone else,” he snarls.
Then he strides past me, brushing my elbow without an apology.
What, what, what?
