His jaw ticks. “Now, Ms. Gulian.”
I mentally curse him in English, Spanish, and Armenian for good measure. “It’s really nothing.” I hide my shaky hands behind the podium.
“I’ll be the one to decide that.”
My teeth smash together as I bring up the drawing. I wouldn’t have included it if we weren’t required to have some kind of visual aid of our proposal. And of course, if I didn’t need another reason not to fit in, I’m one of the only Creators who can’t draw to save my life.
The self-doubt comes back again, picking away at the newfound confidence I built throughout my presentation.
Rowan runs a hand across his chin. “Your drawings could use some work.”
“I’ll be sure to get right on that.” My voice is doused in sarcasm.
The entire room goes silent. I wish I could slap a hand over my mouth and apologize.
Rowan appears unbothered. “Everyone better come back with better ideas next Friday. I was underwhelmed to say the least.”
Shit. The entire team’s faces mirror my own shock. No one dares to move, probably too afraid to do anything but stare at Rowan.
He tilts his head toward the projector. “Use Ms. Gulian’s presentation as a guide for what I expect from here on out. Minus the last slide.”
My cheeks heat.
“Everyone is dismissed except for Ms. Gulian.”
Something takes flight in my stomach at the way he says my name. It’s quickly doused by the reality of my situation. He wants me to stay alone with him. Here?
Team members funnel out of the room like the floor is lava. Rowan doesn’t move from his seat until the last member shuts the door behind them. He prowls toward the podium, giving me no room to escape his thousand-pound stare.
My back hits the wooden frame as I try to put distance between us. I don’t want to test my self-control around him because I feel like it’s a losing battle. After he embarrassed me in front of everyone, the temptation to wrap my hands around his neck and give it a squeeze is too strong to be ignored.
“If you talk to me like that in front of anyone again—”
“Let me guess. You’ll fire me. It’s a bit predictable for my taste but I respect it since you’re the man in charge.”
He stares at me like he can’t believe I spoke to him the way I did. Honestly, me neither. And I can’t exactly blame a bottle of wine for this level of bravery and stupidity. There’s something about him that makes me want to push all his buttons. I’m interested in seeing who the real Rowan is beneath all those layers of ice and indifference.
His brows scrunch. “There are worse things I’m capable of.”
A chill shoots down my spine. “Like?”
“I don’t think you want to find out.”
I pretend I’m unbothered by his threat despite my racing heart. “You better have a massive dick to back up that attitude or else people will be mighty disappointed.”
“Care to bring out a ruler and test your theory?”
“I left my magnifying glass at home, so maybe tomorrow.” I’m pretty sure the angel on my shoulder has left the building.
Something shifts between us. His eyes darken as they assess me. I’m not sure if he wants to choke me, fire me, or fuck me into submission. “Are you always this impossible?”
“I don’t know. Are you always this much of an asshole?”
One second he’s scowling at me and the next his lips are slamming into mine.
Wait, what?!