Allyson's POV
My day had already been a nightmare, and then my office door burst open without so much as a courtesy knock.
Of all the people who could have walked through that door, Reagan was the absolute last one I wanted to see. Yet there he stood, strutting in like he owned every square inch of the building.
That insufferable, arrogant smirk plastered across his face made my stomach turn. His sense of entitlement filled the room like toxic smoke, choking the air from my lungs.
Fury blazed through my veins. My knuckles went white as I gripped my desk and shot to my feet, eyes burning with barely contained rage.
"What the hell do you think you're doing barging into my office?" I snapped as he sauntered toward my desk like he belonged here.
Reagan raised his palm in a patronizing gesture, completely unbothered by my outrage. "Easy there, Allyson. Much as I'd love to say I came here just to admire that beautiful face of yours..."
