ELIJAH'S POV
Brooks looked up from his desk, his face pale. "I know how you feel."
"Tell me then." I stepped closer to his desk. "How do I feel?"
He cleared his throat. His hands were shaking slightly as he gestured for me to sit. "I am a married man and I have kids too. What happened at the Harbinger Hotel was a long, long time ago. It was a mistake."
The mention of that hotel made my vision blur red around the edges. I could feel my pulse hammering in my temples.
"Was my wife's pussy good?"
Brooks jerked back like I had slapped him. His mouth fell open.
"Come on, answer me." I moved around his desk, backing him toward the window. "What moves did she let you try on her? Did she ride you? Sixty-nine you?"
"You are being vulgar—"
I grabbed him by his tie and yanked him forward until our faces were inches apart. His breath smelled like coffee and fear.
