![]() I almost wanted to do it, to challenge him in his power play, but it would only end up in arrogant prick-waving. If I continued saying no, I’d be the asshole. The other six people in the room seemed to stop breathing. ![]() Matt, sitting on the opposite side of the large, oval conference table, dropped his gaze so far down he was staring at his crotch. Elbows on the table, the fingers of his right hand tugged at the edge of his left sleeve. Matt hasn’t had a weekend off in three weeks.” He spoke in a low voice, a highly professional leader. I knew every angle of his cheekbones, every blemish on his forehead, every tiny hair in his blond, aristocratically arched eyebrows. I guessed all anyone else saw was calm resolve. Joel was impassive, the strain in his muscles subtle, and his eyes narrowed infinitesimally. I can’t go,” I said, staring at expression number one. ![]() Esthetically, I could appreciate both of those expressions, even though I preferred when he wore the other one. ![]() And then there was the rare dick in my mouth face. There was the usual I hate your guts but can’t do anything about it face. J oel S andstrom must have had a wide range of facial expressions, judging by the lines around his mouth and eyes. ![]()
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