"You arrogant bastard!"
Serena's hand connected with his cheek in a slap that echoed through the office. Dante's head snapped to the side, but when he looked back at her, his eyes were blazing with something that wasn't entirely anger.
"Feel better?" he asked calmly.
"No!" She shoved against his chest, but he barely moved. "You manipulated everything! The gala, the pregnancy, this whole situation!"
"I orchestrated an opportunity. Everything else was choice."
"My choice?" She laughed bitterly. "What choice did I have when you manipulated me into bed?"
"You could have said no."
"To a stranger I was attracted to? At the lowest point of my marriage?" She shoved him again, harder this time. "You knew exactly what state of mind I was in!"
"I knew you were unhappy. I knew you were lonely.
