"I don't have time to play these boring games with you," Violet Don snapped and stood up abruptly. "If you're looking for someone to pass the time, I'd advise you to pay for a college student's company—who can wine and dine with you, and even share your bed, and along the way, vent your dog-like desires everywhere."
Grayson Sutton's smile froze on his face, and the next second, he twisted his expression and grabbed Violet's shoulder forcefully, "Did you just call me a fucking dog?"
"Do you think you're any different from Noah Bates?"
Violet laughed, "No."
Grayson's refined face suddenly turned livid with anger. He stepped forward, grabbed her chin, and Violet struggled. "This is the office, let go of me!"
"You yourself called me a dog, so how can I not act a bit beastly? Would hate to let down the name you've given me, Miss Don."