Michael's POV
Lisha jerked backward, her eyes flashing with something between shock and calculation. "I'm only looking out for you. You know I care about what happens to you. I'd hate to watch you throw yourself away on someone so... beneath you."
"I have no interest in your opinions. Leave my office."
She lingered, then extended her hand toward mine again, her fingertips grazing my skin with deliberate softness.
"Michael, you're directing your anger at the wrong person. I'm here to show you that Allyson is manipulative, spiteful. She's using you."
Fury exploded through my veins. I seized her wrist in a crushing grip, my fingers digging deep enough to leave marks.
"Touch me again without invitation and you'll regret it."
"Mr. Jade, please release me—" she whimpered, terror flooding her features as she struggled against my hold. I tightened my grasp instead, watching fear replace her earlier confidence.
