Michael's POV
Allyson moved ahead of me down the hallway, that towel clinging to her curves like a second skin. My teeth ground together as I replayed what I'd witnessed moments before. Kenneth's hands on her. His fingers working the zipper of her dress. The intimate way he'd helped her out of that gown.
Then that bastard had the nerve to tell me I had no authority over her. Christ. I should have decked him right there and shown him exactly what kind of authority I wielded.
At the elevator, she whirled around to face me. Those green eyes blazed with fury.
"Mr. Jade." Her voice cut through the air like a blade. "This controlling behavior ends now. You don't own me."
Her rebellion only stoked the fire burning in my chest. But I maintained my composure. "Allyson, you're hardly in a position to make demands," I replied coolly. My fists clenched at my sides as I battled to keep from exploding. She had no clue how close I was to losing every shred of self-control.
