Sep 14, 2015
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He froze at those words, and then his expression hardened. That was all it took for him to give her a rough shove away from him. “Don’t you dare ask me that!”
Missy’s expression barely changed; she didn’t even lose her balance. No, instead, in a matter of seconds, she was back in his personal space, fingers curled into his lapels. “I will ask you anything I damn well please,” she snarls, “as is my right. And you will lose your temper over my little jabs, as is your right. What you will not do is that, ever again, or I will make you beg for the days when all I did was needle you and make your life difficult. You really don’t want to know how much else I’m capable of, Doctor, how much I restrain myself when dealing with you.”
