~~PEYTON~~
My back is slammed against the wall as Raphael's heavy frame towers over me. He is so close, so f*****g close that I can feel the heat radiating off him, the anger, and something else I don't want to name.
His hand is still clamped around my wrist, the grip tight enough to prevent escape but not yet painful. He doesn't need to hurt me to dominate the space.
"You called me a chameleon," he states, his voice vibrating against my ear. "You think you can sneak an insult, break my concentration, and then run back to your desk like a child who rang a doorbell and sprinted away?"
"I was leaving," I whisper. "I have a job to do. You told me to get busy."
"I told you to close the door," he corrects, his face dropping lower, forcing my eyes to meet his. "And then you chose to play o
