Chapter 21

He stared at me like I had grown a horn on my forehead but I kept my lips pressed in a thin line, waiting for a response.

“If you can't speak in English then you have no business speaking to me at all,” he said.

I gawked at how rude he could be and he moved to stand up.

“Wait, wait,” I rushed out and got to his side in seconds, holding his upper arm to keep him from moving.

I ignored the small flutters of butterflies in my stomach at the feeling of his hard arm under my soft hands.

His scent was intoxicating and the power that radiated off him was intimidating but somehow, pulled me closer to him and I wished this moment would last a little longer as we both drank in the each other's eyes.

His eyes left mine and fell on my hand that held his and he clenched his jaw.

Realization struck me like a moving truck and with the speed of someone that had been burned by hot coal, I immediately removed my hand from him.

“Sorry about that,” I apologized and scratched the back of my neck, feeling