"Don't touch me, Mr. Volkan."

Atlas' jaw tightened and he looked like he had been smacked in the face. The dark-haired man seemed genuinely confuse. Had he really expected me to swallow his act down and be humiliated?

Did Atlas Volkan think the Julia he walked all over still existed? Did he think I was playing games and hard to get? The thought infuriated me.

I stepped forward. "I don't know about you or the guests or the press, but please. Refrain from touching me with your ...