Sheila's point of view

"May I help you?" came his deep, throaty voice. I swear I would have been turned on if it wasn't for the anger brewing in me.

"As a matter of fact, you may," I bit out angrily, squaring my shoulders while folding my hands against my chest. My eyes held his stare.

Killian pulled away from his table, he carelessly tossed the quill pen in his hand on the table, his eyes coldly sizing me up.

"First and foremost, you are ...