EMILY’S POV.

I took a step back, but he covered the distance between us in mere seconds. He towered over me, and I tried to push him away, but he held my arm strongly.

“I want us to talk in my room.” He said, and I jerked my arm out of his, hard.

“Why can’t we talk here? Is there anyone stopping you? Why does a secretary have to go into your bedroom to talk?” I shot at him, and his eyes continued to have that dangerous glint in them.

Then he successfully backed me into the wall. ...