Michael's POV
The boardroom fell silent as the door clicked shut behind us. Allyson stood near the conference table, and my attention zeroed in on her completely. The way she carried herself, confident yet cautious, drew me like a magnet I couldn't resist.
This past weekend had been absolute torture. While she was out enjoying herself, probably with strangers whose names I didn't even know, jealousy had eaten me alive from the inside out.
Multiple times I'd reached for my phone to call her, only to end the call before it connected.
She couldn't know the effect she had on me.
I wasn't planning to make this easy for her.
My gaze swept over her without apology, taking in every curve and angle of her posture against the polished table.
Damn it. I forced myself to speak. "The contract. Have you signed it?"
Her eyes widened slightly, surprised by my directness. "Not yet."
Anger flashed through me, and my palm struck the mahogany surface hard. "What's stopping you this time?"
