The door nearly flew off its hinges as it swung open and slammed against the wall with a resounding crash. I, fully aware of the reason for this intrusion, cast an indifferent glance at the man and took a deliberate sip of my coffee. As if I’d let my breakfast be interrupted just because some fool couldn’t keep competent security around him.
“Where’s the phone?!” he barked, closing the distance to the bed in two swift strides.
“What phone?” I replied, batting my eyelashes innocently as I bit into a piece of cheesecake.
With a barely perceptible flick of his hand, the tray on my lap went flying into the wall. The dishes shattered with a sharp clatter, fragments scattering across the floor alongside crumbs of food.
Despite the creeping sense of danger and the sticky fear that sent a shiver through me, I forced myself to stay calm. Reaching over to the nightstand, I picked up a napkin and slowly dabbed at my lips. I took my time on purpose, knowing it would drive him up the wall.
“Where. Is. It?!” His voice practically vibrated with rage.
Yet, somehow, he still held himself together, so I couldn’t resist pouring a little more fuel on the fire.
“Who?” I asked, lifting my gaze to meet his with feigned innocence.
Damon leaned down slowly, never breaking eye contact, then suddenly yanked the blanket off me and tossed it aside. Before I could react, his fingers gripped my leg, and I let out a startled gasp as he jerked me toward him.
“You’ve pushed me too far,” he said, his tone eerily calm.
His knee settled between my legs, and his hands came down on either side of my head, caging me in. The burning intensity in his eyes, as I stared up at him in dread, confirmed it—I had indeed gone too far.