Chapter Six

Emma’s POV

“I’m so sorry,” I repeated, stepping back a bit.

He doesn’t look like the type to hit a lady, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

He looked pissed, very pissed, and I honestly couldn’t blame him. I had just made him pour coffee all over what looked like a four-thousand-dollar suit.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he growled at me, his eyes piercing into mine. “Are you blind?” he continued his questioning. “Weren’t you taught not to use your phone while walking?”

That last question hurt a little. He was speaking to me like I was a kid, raising his voice a little higher after each word, and it made me feel so little and helpless.

Yes, I was wrong to have bumped into him and drenched him in coffee, but he had no right to be speaking to me in such a manner.

“I said I was sorry,” I retorted.

Snapping at him was unintentional but it was needed.

He seemed taken aback by my response but growled back. That’s right, he growled at me like a dog. Honestly, I found the whole situation f