“What are you doing?" I rasp.
Roman slips inside the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.
The sound of the lock clicking into place is like a gunshot in the small room. My heart pounds in my chest. I want to run away, but I'm not sure if I can move my legs.
“Why are you here?" he fires back.
I jerk in response. “Excuse me?"
“You heard me," he retorts in a gruffer tone. “Why are you here?"
My shoulders straighten as anger roils through me. Who the hell does this man think he is? I don't owe him any explanations. Roman Santori works for my father. Not the other way around. And he certainly isn't my keeper.
“I'm here with a," I pause, debating if I should say friend or date. Screw it, I'm not going to hide what I'm doing. “Date."
He steps toward me, and I reflexively bac
